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Jun 2016
Hearing the end of a phone call far to short.
Absence of breath as tears find their way.
Being apart from you is the hardest thing I'll ever do.

My heart is stretched 940 miles.
Half with me and half with you.
Oh what I'd do to have one more hour of your time.
But It'll never be the same, not when your heart is one with mine.
Bria Hunt
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