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"3.5"

You are far but you are here.
I can hear you breath in the in-between.
I am here,
ever waiting to be touched.
My entire being is but a timepiece,
counting down,
until you return,
lovingly,
you and I,
Earth and Sky.

The dream of waking ►

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