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Apr 2013
There is a cut on my thumb where you have been
There is a callous on my pointer finger where you have been
There are marks all over the ground where you have been
There are swivels on my shoes where you have been
There are indents in steel poles where you have been

There are all these places in which you have been that you could measure your impact
Measure your presence
But you can't measure two places you have been
You cant measure the place you've had in my heart or the place you've had in the sky
But its the moments that you are in both in which you soar, we soar
It's the moments in both that make the difference, that matter
Arija E
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