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May 2010
went out tonight
pulled my trash to the curb
the air cool, so fresh
I thought of holding hands and
walked to the middle of the road
I stared up at the sky,
and the stars they shined,
I think, more brightly for you
I felt a bit better knowing
that you live under them too
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Written by
Michael Acosta
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   Dakota Schmidt
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