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Oct 2013
We didn't drift,
we ran in opposite directions.

We used to wake with thoughts bound in union,
but now we rise with hearts in different times zones,
and minds set on horizons miles apart.

Tonight, goodnight feels like goodbye.

This isn't the distance you come back from.
This isn't the distance they meant when they said it makes the heart grow fonder.


We're so far apart.
Victoria S
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Victoria S  PNW
   psm and Eulalie
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