Warmth that is never my own;
Or so it feels
Like it needs protecting
And I don't
Warmth, that is felt and loved
-And I love!
When I feel warmth
But my own is
never my own
Because I'll love
Someone else
I love,
Always
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
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