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Apr 30
Let my hands know, not stray
My mind not walk into the sunlight bright

With a will of being, I persist
And by all means, mean
When approaching this

Still reserved, stirred and steady
Waiting patiently as the moon
Full as tides, light as snow
Closer than a ticking soon

My time it will be, ours  
Just as the train will come, I will be ready
Holding Hands With No One At A Train Station
Written by
     Gideon, Eloisa, Gaia, M, Caleb and 2 others
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