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Someone becomes such a part of you that you cannot distinguish where you end and the other person begins. Funny thing is that a lot was made of 'space', perhaps too much. It pops up to remind you when the other is away and then it just hurts. The world changes hue when together and changes again when apart. There cannot be words enough to describe what feelings run fleeting through the landscape of my mind. Somethings are best left unsaid |
| austere December 17, 2007 03:58 PM PST beautiful. | ||
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