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Plea to MY Significant Other, the Traveller Lauren Canaday Let me come with you,
so our voyager feet may stroke pale sands, Cobblestoned paths,
and historical earth, and my eyes may refresh From horizon to
building, from sunrise to sunset, from fact to fiction.
Let me come with you,
so my curious mind can finally be challenged, And my Midwestern
ears may hear hands upon harps, bows upon strings, Foreign words strung
like terracotta beads onto an eager piece of yarn. Let me come with you,
quench my constant anticipation, so I can eventually Belong to the
innovation of foreign coffee shops, comrades, conversation, And awareness that
breathe in your every day. May
you and I truly become we. Let me come with you-
Allow me to know the sudden rush in your stride, The cornflower and
olive sparks of knowledge in your eyes, the way to hold
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