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Aug 2012
i used to think in between should be one word, a preposition unto itself.
i’m inbetween your legs.
i’m inbetween the sheets with you.
i’m that space inbetween your lungs and your chest where your heart would expand if i ever let it take that chance.
but the space-
the space, angel, is what makes all the difference.
i haven’t lost you to this,
we haven’t lost us.
we’re just in between.
Written by
dean  United States
(United States)   
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