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Oct 06, 2008 15:04

your arms once like locked doors,
become intangible.
now not even within my grasp.

your face has become out of sight.

searching through the distance,
unable to find one trace of you.
no fingers or eyes.

my face, my body are behind closed doors.
climbing through my window,
watching the sun rise.
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