Winterscore ©
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Our arms out of reach and
Our arms out of reach and
Our tired voices are spent
Though the times that you spoke
Never knew what you meant
Still longing to hold but
Reality sets in
The magnet once there has
Vanished into air thin
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