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up in a loft
alone but content
remembering time s
we've left our love bent
our playful reenactments
of puppies, young, in love
rreeppllaayy in my mind
replay &prove
we're in love witheachother
no matter the feet
you in new york
i byalake
and the moments we spend,
even further away
makes moments together
worth remembering.
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We've furthered the distance
by oh, so much more;
you've crossed the border,
I, above the floor.
I feel like the rope
that holds us together
is gripping at me,
pulling me tighter.
Until you're home.
and I the same,
the rope will grow tighter
and tighter each day.
How is the city?
A different sight?
Art on each corner?
the emotions; slight?
I'm in a situation,
like yours, but different.
The earth here is art,
and the emotions: content.
Fancy, you may say,
is your living style
while you're in the city
and I, in the wild.
Someday soon,
we'll share the experience,
touring in the city,
and northern adventure
non-delirious.
© 2010 The Still Air
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