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by That Would Be Telling

I am lying on a pedestal and you,
are beautiful.
We find each-other in the minefields,
My racing heart holds hands
with yours, and your heart
grips tightly hands with mine.
I see your thought train
and smile and find a way to say it...
And oh how beautiful you are tonight.

Submission date : 2009-11-15

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