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Jul 2013
Our hands touch, I smile up at you.
Your smile a comfort, a hint, or clue.
I glimpse at your smile a time or two,
Seeing if you do this too.

Things are different when I'm with you.
You see things the way I do
Just another thing that connects me to you.
With the bright sun, and sky so blue
I walk hand in hand with you.
Victoria LaRochelle
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