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Fingers are interwoven in a midnight sky ~
In remembrance of the times that we asked why...
Repeating the moments in which we'd cry.
To touch these shaking hand so close-
Reaching out our hearts to those who are foes.
Ever changing- nothing is what we chose...
Even so, we are more than willing to try!
Speaking out these words we won't dare deny,
Knowing they will unravel the lie.
Neither of us are what they'd suppose-
Only reaching for the stars, as to not impose...
Wonder if we can reach the fir that grows ?
By, @dreamsfalldown
