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You’ve held my hand, across grass, sand, all And now, I could write with happenstances about sun shine But, you held my heart across spring to fall. With bricks & mortar from independence I should build a wall, Put the reasons I should forget, all in a line. (Be that as it may) You’ve held my hand, across grass, sand, all, Clutching my pencil, fiddling, fumbling, I stall. Maybe my dull sense will away, and I’ll be fine But, you held my- heart, across spring to fall. For now I’ll give up! I’m lacing boots in the hall, I can’t go anywhere! Every encircling finds me at this pine See, you held my hand across grass, sand, all. In the moon, the shape of your eyes, by the shore, o enthralls Pushing to the page, supplies unprepared, stories won’t even be mine. And still, you held my heart across spring to fall. Throwing pages, crossing out, crossing, erasing evidence of this thrall I want them to pull close like curled embers, in a new design You’ve held my hand across grass, sand, all But, you held my heart across spring to fall.
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
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You’ve held my hand, across grass, sand, all And now, I could write with happenstances about sun shine But, you held my heart across spring to fall. With bricks & mortar from independence I should build a wall, Put the reasons I should forget, all in a line. (Be that as it may) You’ve held my hand, across grass, sand, all, Clutching my pencil, fiddling, fumbling, I stall. Maybe my dull sense will away, and I’ll be fine But, you held my- heart, across spring to fall. For now I’ll give up! I’m lacing boots in the hall, I can’t go anywhere! Every encircling finds me at this pine See, you held my hand across grass, sand, all. In the moon, the shape of your eyes, by the shore, o enthralls Pushing to the page, supplies unprepared, stories won’t even be mine. And still, you held my heart across spring to fall. Throwing pages, crossing out, crossing, erasing evidence of this thrall I want them to pull close like curled embers, in a new design You’ve held my hand across grass, sand, all But, you held my heart across spring to fall.
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
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