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Hard to Keep

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Author: Dani Gray

Dani GrayApril 24, 2016

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Hard to Keep

written by: Gray Skies

@seattlegray03

Laying here, pressed against one another, head resting on your chest
I can almost forget that we’re little more than strangers to one another
but I feel your warmth, your hand pressed gently to my back
and I almost want to let you in, to let you know me

But these winds blow hard and cold
and they have a way of turning my head
so hold me while you can, I don’t mean to be so hard to keep

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Dani Gray

Dani is a Seattle base writer #grayskies

She is passionate about words, rain, crows, and fountain pens.
You can usually find her where the tides are crashing in.

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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