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Jul 2012
You cross the room slowly,
closing the distance between us.
You raise your arms and welcome me into your heart. I don't think I'll ever
leave.

The stars have woven a quilt above us, and we speak words of promise as we say
goodnight. You hold me tight and I wonder if you can feel my heart pound within
your chest. It's hard to breathe with you so near, but now all that i can think
of is the way we slide and twist around each other, our lives intertwining like
branches. Hold me more still. And leave the rest to nature. We will grow
separate, but together.
Kirsten Christine
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