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Apr 2014
You held my hand today
All the way home
And the feeling subsided
Your hand took its place
Your firm grasp
Tore his fingers
From my wrist
And for the moment
I was no longer a slave
To this crushing pressure
Once again
I was safe
Turquoise Mist
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Turquoise Mist
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   MS Lynch
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