May 26, 2010
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In the midst of the night
campfire aglow
the lakes smooth surface
looking like glass
the moon glimmers about
amoung the stars
soft summer breeze
blows around us
the touch of your hand
sends chills down my spine
waiting in the night
for when our lips collide

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