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May 2014
Last night you held me in your arms,
I sat as you hushed and you calmed.
You wiped away each of my tears,
And chased away each of my fears.
As I ran my fingers through your hair,
I couldn't help but stop and stare.
Your blue eyes laughed at my furrowed brow,
as I struggled to comprehend just how
You escaped from heavens gate,
and ran from your pre-decided fate.
Isadora Swift
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