His love just slipped
through my fingers.
Our loves no longer intertwined.
My hands grow cold, your warmth
no longer fills me.
(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela
His Love
His love just slipped
through my fingers.
Our loves no longer intertwined.
My hands grow cold, your warmth
no longer fills me.
(c) 2014 Kimber Michaela
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