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Jan 2013
That smile you wear on my chest          
hair blankets the pillow in a hot mess
your chin a puzzle piece with my shoulder
my fingers running wild
down your spine while I hold ya

Honestly I wouldn’t mind spending
the whole day right here beside ya
my only time wasted
would be in your eyes

Analyzing every single inch of you
sure to myself there’s only one like you
our eyes are closed, and hearts are open
every bit of what I was hoping

Figured  there’s nowhere left to look, cept’ I
found you near to me, so near to me
how would I know you’d become
so dear to me, so dear to me

If you leave, leave to come back
I’ll wait up at night, out there in the pitch black
promising there’s nothing I wouldn’t do

Passed up on something like this before
thinking that was the one and only door
til’ there she was, holding it wide open
grabbing my hand and telling me there’s more

There’s more out there for each of us
past our reach, but awaiting our touch.
Maxwell Mirabile
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Maxwell Mirabile
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   Beth Hubley
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