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Jan 2013
Chest.

Her head rests on my chest,

As we continue to look through these pictures

And remember times that have passed.

Hand.

Her hand fits perfectly in mine,

And I have to force myself to let go,

When it comes time for her to drive home.

Real.

This is all real,

And I just can’t believe

That I’m so lucky to be

With a girl like Her.

Sleep.

Now I go to sleep,

But I know she’ll be wandering

Throughout all of my dreams;

And this encourages me,

Because I know she’ll be keeping me company,

As I venture into worlds

Where I once wandered alone.
Nathaniel Munson
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Nathaniel Munson  Texas
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