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By wistful Date: 2001 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.10.01.23.27491]] |
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Holding my hand while your mind's eye wanders Trappings of affection from habit not heart Reaching for you would send you further Into bleak solitude, distant, apart So I must wait for when/if you return Or turn to sever the weakening bond Are you healing a hurt or drawing fresh blood? Are you pushing me from you or preparing your heart? Trust without promises, want without hope Holding you somewhere you never were |