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Short stories #2
You were my one and only
And I
I was your first of many
To some you give the world
And still they ask for more
Their palms lie open
Each finger loosely curled
Hands stretched out for your soul
Hands whose soul you surely pour
And I
I was your first of many
To some you give the world
And still they ask for more
Their palms lie open
Each finger loosely curled
Hands stretched out for your soul
Hands whose soul you surely pour
Published 7th Feb 2019
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