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Jul 2010
As I look up, The constellations
you are
Dimmed by lights of burning warmth
is she
As far away as I drive,
you find bright
You've escaped

I'll learn to identify your skin
How light correlates to form
you are

Since I'm alone, you can't hold my hand
Can she?
Written by
alex waddell  Oxford, MS
(Oxford, MS)   
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