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Apr 2011
our fingers interlace
we stare into deep space
and liquid dreams swim through our eyes
and we imagine bright orange clouds and purple skies
we concoct secret alphabets
and hope that neither of us forgets
the fire in our eyes burn brightly tonight
and all i have is you in my sight
Sitting on the midnight grass
we watch the over head stars pass
i've never felt so tiny yet so large
so helpless yet so in charge
the world cast its weight upon my back, yet i'm light as a feather
I could walk in a blizzard in shorts without much care for the weather
you make me do amazing things
i love you and all the trouble it brings
but its small compared to happiness i feel
you make the impossible real.
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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