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S                  O                   M                   E                  W                   H                   E                   R                  E U   between-----between-----between-----between-----between-----between-----between-----between S sprouted a wall Hurdling over it used to be fun. until it grew, and we had to mount it but even then, the feat of                                                                                                  g                                  F                                                   n                                A                                          i                                 L        &                 b                                       L             m                                   I                                   l      |     N                                     c          |         G                                     IT made me appreciate seeing you more but now it has become so big that our voices are barely able to attain the pe ak; even the m emories of you have trouble re -aching me pa st the obstacle that i now see instead of you r soft, soft eyes I miss the touch of your palm against my palm Now I can only press it against this disdainful and cold brick wall, hoping that you might be pressing your hand against the same brick, just on the other side. hoping that my warmth might eventually sink through to you, that my rain/tears might corrode the clay hoping that maybe, maybe, maybe you will hope the same thing too.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
Somewhere between us; a wall.
S                  O                   M                   E                  W                   H                   E                   R                  E U   between-----between-----between-----between-----between-----between-----between-----between S sprouted a wall Hurdling over it used to be fun. until it grew, and we had to mount it but even then, the feat of                                                                                                  g                                  F                                                   n                                A                                          i                                 L        &                 b                                       L             m                                   I                                   l      |     N                                     c          |         G                                     IT made me appreciate seeing you more but now it has become so big that our voices are barely able to attain the pe ak; even the m emories of you have trouble re -aching me pa st the obstacle that i now see instead of you r soft, soft eyes I miss the touch of your palm against my palm Now I can only press it against this disdainful and cold brick wall, hoping that you might be pressing your hand against the same brick, just on the other side. hoping that my warmth might eventually sink through to you, that my rain/tears might corrode the clay hoping that maybe, maybe, maybe you will hope the same thing too.
emma
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
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