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The space between your fingers, your breaths, is there room enough for me to find a little place? because love is not a person nor is it a chase. Love is a soul that invites people inside to say grace. For every ounce of love that leaves its trace upon that soul who says, "Come there's room enough." you're home.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
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The space between your fingers, your breaths, is there room enough for me to find a little place? because love is not a person nor is it a chase. Love is a soul that invites people inside to say grace. For every ounce of love that leaves its trace upon that soul who says, "Come there's room enough." you're home.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
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