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Sep 2016
His hand was in mine,
and mine in his.
His eyes were on mine,
and mine on his.
With every grip my body tensed.
My heart floating and my feet barely touching the ground.
We were smiling,
maybe even laughing.
It was the happiest I have felt
in a really, really long time.
Then I woke up, shaking,
and immediately tried to return to my happiness.
Written by
Stephen
316
   carolyn
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