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Let me run my tongue along the lines of your history Around the curves of your past Winding up to today, here Digesting through Braille the pricks and pathways That have helped to form you Let my breath communicate what my voice cannot form Let me smooth your worn roads for a time With outstretched arms Let us seek out the children of our woods Hiding behind the large oak Shivering in the nights mist with crescent eyes Let us decorate their faces with the paint of fireflies Let me hold in my hands The glass marbles of memories The relics of my heart The workings of my mind There are bubbles so fragile here filled with the image Of all that hope contains Let them float With starlit blues swirling on their surfaces Let me whisper through your museums Eyeing your artifacts Warming the glass that contains them with my fingers Until the bolts fall loose and I can feel their textures Let us leave the shutter open until we are overexposed Allowing the negative space to evaporate Then hide with me in the dark room as we develop For the times when we walk separately We can carry these photographs to remind us