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2d
Warm  hand reaching mine.
Yours strong, mine slight.
Tight grip
fades any threat.
Melts away all regret.
My strength can finally rest.
You have me.
False sense of security.
We know not what tomorrow brings,  
but in this moment there is peace.
Christy
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Christy  F/London
(F/London)   
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       N, Rick, Cheryl Ann Warner, Christy, Maybelater2 and 2 others
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