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Jun 2013
There is a space between my fingers.
It is not large,
Nor is it small.
Not small because it is empty.
Not large because it's never been full.
The emptiness rarely looks the same.
Sometimes it looks lonely,
And others simply alone.

Sometimes my fingers forget
That just because they are empty
Doesn't mean
My Heart is.
Written by
Victoria Truax  USA
(USA)   
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