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Warmth
What I miss the most is warmth.
The warmth between you and your leather jacket
That my arms were fortunate enough to encircle.
Feeling your skin, your sweater, the leather
And the cold all at once
Secure in the knowledge that I would, once again,
Survive the winter.
The warmth between you and your leather jacket
That my arms were fortunate enough to encircle.
Feeling your skin, your sweater, the leather
And the cold all at once
Secure in the knowledge that I would, once again,
Survive the winter.
Published 7th Dec 2014
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