2011 Our intertwined fingers My racing mind I rest my head in the crevice of your shoulder I rest my heart in the shadows of yours I sprint to keep up with your long strides The happiness that bubbles in our laughter Your smile as I plait my hair Soft words through the dark night Walking pacing dancing in this deep city Pure unadulterated joy But the ethereal pictures fade They always fade.
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