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Sep 2012
When you hold my hand,
I touch the sky.
I see our town,
and all the places we've been.

When you hold my hand,
light fills my brown eyes.
The best feeling hands-down
to feel the soft warmth of your skin.

When you hold my hand,
I could fly forever.

When you hold my hand,
I always feel better.

And I speak the truth in this note,
down to every last letter.
Armando Gonzalez
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