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Apr 2013
I grabbed a piece of sky
And pressed it in your hand
Mind, hold tight now
Lest it be ripped away.

I stole a slice of rainbow
And placed in your eyes
Mind, don't shut now
Let it show all for us.

I longed for waxless endearment
And you apportioned lots my way
When I looked up to see
You stood, holding stars out to me.....


And so.....
Starry eyes.....
Shiny hope....
Tingly heart....
Waxless en-dear-meant!





S T, 12 April 2013
Yes....waxless, indeed.

Mind, never did like...shiny, though....always preferred matte....lol

NoneTHEless, it's endearment and its presence of any proportion, I definitely scoff not at.

:)
st64
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