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You hold my heart in your hand

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Published: Aug 31, 2014

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you hold my hands you make me feel

tightly together completely safe

warmly packed secure always

and friendly and homely

don't let my hand go

back into dark

I love you

guardian

angel

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This is my first ever concrete poem. Hope you enjoy!! This took forever!! Bored

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akrasiel

Sep 2, 2014

Very sweet

I'm not sure 'homely' is the word you want, though. When applied to a person, it usually means plain or unattractive.

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