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When you hold my hand

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.
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armando-gonzalez
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Sep 23, 2012
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