Hug Yourself

small heat haiku

By Jada FergusonPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

Deprived of touch for

so long, you forgot about

the warmth of your hands.

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HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 months ago
Nice one

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