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Oct 2012
I hate maps because they don't work
Because a map is supposed to help you get to where you want to be
I put one finger where you are and another where I am
Only inches between us
Close enough to touch you, to kiss you, to run my fingers through your hair
But the key to reading maps is the key to reading maps.
And all of a sudden, we're not so near.
Written by
MG  London
(London)   
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