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Stumbling upon a scene the dream in my mind seeing her crying a thousand tears, her shoulders shook my heart was breaking she looked up at me, her eyes a disguise a shade of pale dark to die. Why I asked my mind confused when I began to weep, holding her hands so comforting, dance with me our souls bonded praying a sinners prayer, so fragile in beauty of humaneness. Heroic daring when we crumble declaring intentions, not to change the world but to share sweet desire, the mystery within longing to be together. New dreams to find peace at last, striving to be happy holding hands, quietly dancing there until the new day dawning, in the mist drifting with time God’s gift of salvation -
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