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By sarah Submitted by sarahsehee Date: 2002 May 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.09.22.36.29417]] |
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Everyday, there is a piece of this life, Something inside, something out, That shows the likeness of you. Whether it be known, or unknown, Seen or heard, tasted, touched-- Felt somewhere that cannot be physical, Yet feels so... Dreams of you are all I have, A mirage or a voice, on the other end of the line, Might as well be the other side of the world. If home is where the heart is, My heart belongs with you. |