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I grasped your hand tight for the shortest moment, But it seemed an eternity; a promise, a future, And in that moment, when I was safe, so secure, You gripped my hand back, and I felt content. I fell, like a shooting star that's lost its hold on reality, A star that shines bright in its fiery descent, burning, Falling so often feels the same as flying, For in that moment you held my heart; you held me.
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
Underneath Bright Lights
I grasped your hand tight for the shortest moment, But it seemed an eternity; a promise, a future, And in that moment, when I was safe, so secure, You gripped my hand back, and I felt content. I fell, like a shooting star that's lost its hold on reality, A star that shines bright in its fiery descent, burning, Falling so often feels the same as flying, For in that moment you held my heart; you held me.
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
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