a still warm imprint of a hand,
still lingers.
my blush still there,
from your loving stares.
but my heart,
it's in two,
cracked,
in pieces,
shattered.
i need to let go,
but i need your hand,
i need your face,
and i really need you.
its how things are, and how things feel, and how things fell.
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