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Mar 2012
I weep ink
in missing you,
my page lays stained
with fluid blue.

I log on
your face appears,
but your not here
to see my tears.

I reach out
and touch your face,
my fingers soft
your image trace.

Kisses blown
you cannot taste,
through coloured glass
just go to waste.

Time alone
stroking the screen,
whispering soft
how much you mean.

I feel sad
that your not there,
to understand
how much I care.

**** the time
and miles apart,
please just log in
and heal my heart.

So until
tomorrow dear,
I stroke the glass
and dream you're here.
Written by
   --- and Little Wing
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