Between this and the other
in between and the present one
THINK
if something else lies more,
what I never dare to express:
have I lost my love?
Or have I never known, how does she function?
Nobody really there who taught me, like it would be to be felt again differently, every day differently, until one means to have wing.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/16/2010.
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