HOLDING YOUR HAND
our last dance
isn’t over
the fragrance of
our words
remain
as we stand within
a column of stars
unfinished fires
with mercy hands
and beautiful feet
on a beach
we know well
sharing our story
a thousand times,
and more
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Author:
shadow424 (
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