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Your seven.
Walking hand in hand
Your seven.
Wide eyes.
Big world.
Small warm hand
Reaches for and
Buries in my paw.
Mans hand, callouses and oil.
But still fists full of love.
Protection and love.
We kick leaves.
High
Golds and reds.
Asphalt coated
In browns and beauty.
The leaves fly up
Whirl and flow
Swirling
Unplanned patterns.
Stick to our shoes
...Thursday 31st January 2019 10:01 am
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