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Hold My Hand

Across many riotous miles

through blissful years

each minute, every second

we may never know again

for each lightening fast moment

I will touch your heart

with the curve of a careful

letter. You will hold my

hand as we roll over the

desolate period. Then you

lift me higher so I leap

the unsteady question

mark of life

🌷(1)

◄ The Grandeur of Her Reign

Crazy ►

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