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Sara fairmeal May 2019
I remember running my hands through your hair, and wanting to lean down to kiss you.

I remember how badly my hands shook after our first kiss, and wanting nothing more than to do it agian.

I remember there was a time when my hands couldn't hold yours, and I never want to go back.
I'm wanting to give this poem as a aniversery gift. Any grammer, spelling or other advice is appreciated.

— The End —