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Apr 2012
Lying on the cold beach
Pretending to listen to the waves crash and watch the stars shine.
All I heard was your heartbeat,
All I saw was your chest rise and fall with each breath.
Clinging onto your hand
Because every secret second counted,
But never daring to lift my cold lips to yours.

I felt them breathing warmth on my forehead and that had to be enough;
It was love and I clung to it tighter than I clung to your hand.
Marguerite Christine
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