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Jul 2014
There is no loss
Between the palms of our joined hands
Nervous dew turns strong holds slippery
I did not wait for you to walk away
To let my heart fall
The tender fountain of my youth
Slowly drying as days pass
Not wanting to let go
I hold tight, regardless of our sweat
Keeping you by my side
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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