Nerves

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My palms are sweaty

These hands, shaking

Right hand out slightly

I grin, a crooked thing

No time for regret

No words, I forget

Time

Stands

Still

Until

The stars shine back

A sun dawning across

Nothing her smile lacks

Our feelings finally cross

She takes my bumbling hand

And together we stand.

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