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Two strangers, glide over dirt floors full of memories as old as the morning sashaying past time that slips like water through cupped palms Just one more moment Give me anther kiss On the cheek of the one Who wore a sacred name That now hangs around Another's neck Saline slivers slip silently Through the loving cracks Between the sweet words That once soothed a tender heart Riddled through with holes Porous like the moon What is the strength Of a love that burns true? Only true love will know Only time will tell them Can the dimensions be crossed 50 times a lifetime?
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Through the Loving Cracks