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Monday, September 22, 2014

Your hands

We start walking
And you squeezed our hands
But it's your hand...
Dainty soft hand
Your rosy hand...
Which palmed my blind eyes
It's your hands...
I kissed & I'll kiss years to come
It's a thing with a beauty
I'll hold till we die
You knew it.
You squeezed our hands.

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