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Brent Feb 2015
On cold evenings,
I just want to walk with you.
On a breezy sidewalk.
Holding hands.
And not saying a word.
Not even a whisper.
Silently pacing.
Side by side.
Stepping in sync.
I'll even let you put your head on my shoulder.
Not caring about the world.
Just letting the moonlight gleam.
And let it shine on your beautiful face.
Just letting the stars glimmer in the sky.
And let them twinkle in your eyes

*But that's just simply impossible.
random thoughts. daydreaming while walking at night.

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