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Cracks

by Leander

 

The cracks on the bricks,

the dirty old street

the cold winters air

the road at our feet

 

I stand safe and sound

with the man of my dreams

forget what’s around

think of beautiful streams

 

think of leather and lace

our hearts side by side

a light sits above

he’s the groom I’m the bride

 

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