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Feb 2011
We are standing before the world.
Hand in hand, touching as it gets cold. Reflection of the moon in your eyes.
The lights of the universe are seeping through our souls as we arise.

We sit by the lake still.
You are naked and radiant.
With the moonlight poured down from heaven on your skin.
In so many ways you make me feel.

You are tonight's miracle.
You hold my hand and whisper
''Don't drive me home tonight...''

I smile.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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