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Apr 2013
We’re inches, seconds,
fragile moments apart
and I can feel the heat of your lips and
taste the beating of your heart.
We’re frozen, painted, suspended
in time- but I don’t care that
I can’t touch you as long as you’re still mine.
Amanda Comeau
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Amanda Comeau  under the upside a bit
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