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Feb 2013
We sneak out
It's 10PM
we sit, then we walk
we walk for hours
there's no difference between the stars
and the moon
I hold their hands
because I can
The fog scares me
because it can
we laugh, we dance.
we've walked a mile
we walk back
It's 12AM
the light dances off the lake
like we danced in the road
I stand in the water
the light dances our skin, too
we go into town
because we can
I put my head on his shoulder
because I can
my hands are cold
I feel alive here
The night feels like Autumn
The shoulder of a best friend feels like home
I'm draped in comfort and arms
armed
with hands and life
up in arms
up in the clouds
we all feel alive out here
where there is no difference between the stars
and the moon
I feel alive
I think I'm alive.
Genna Peterson
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