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By ~*truelies*~ Date: 2001 Jun 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.14.07.11.8164]] |
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I'm used to having you there now, Holding my hands in between those moments that stop And then carry on, The Pauses, That life throws out between events, Are always filled, With your hand in mine. You're the s p a c e s between the lines, And I want you to know, That I never stop thinking of you, Even when your hands gone, The s p a c e s never return. |