An hour or two first passes... a day... a night... then two.~ I rumble thru each and everyday... since the last time we were two.~ I dress a little slower... just thinking of your face... and dream's are getting closer... with you even so far away... and I know that we all will make it... for what really... do we each have left... a dream... a thought ... a memory of some time and place... it was... Oh No... I forgot.
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