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Love wins
Their hands touched and the room stood still
Genuinely, completely stood dead still
He held her hands tight across the table
Wanting to shout out but he wasn't able
Wanting to shout she's the one I love
Tearing down values he'd long understood
Life is for living with no holding back
Only truly experienced with love in full flame
Not playing the margins in some fake game
...Thursday 27th July 2017 12:53 pm
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