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May 2013
Sat waiting the lights glare piercing and penetrating through my closed lids
Unaware of the hand tenderly caressing my fingertips
The warmth passes over them like a pause in the summer breeze
It's like I am not alone, this hand will not release
It will not release me from it's clinging grip
it's distance shall not decrease.
Forever it shall remain
My support.
Written on 20/03/13 by Josh Morter ©
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