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Mar 2013
Here I am,
under pale blue skies,
talking to you again
up here in my head.

What seems to be
worlds apart.

Wanting nothing less
than Universes.

Yet I'm utterly aware
that the distance is merely miles.

Cursing every moment,
every pretended word,
every fleeting image.

Only because
I love it so.
William Eberlein
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William Eberlein  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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