Addison
Little life,
All instincts and wide-eyes.
A palm that mine can double over;
A smile twelve times full
Of the brightness my own brings.
Your fingertips went white
When you held onto me.
You didn't let go.
I never imagined
That somebody so small
Could make me even smaller.
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