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I would ask why there are spaces in between our fingers,
holes in our hearts,
sunken, lowly feelings,
when we are apart.
I would ask how you are doing, 
and know you'd do the same,
I know we'd lie to each other.
I know we'd play a silly game.
I would ask if you had to leave,
and know you would say no,
not out of arrogance,
but out of knowledge that
the place you've were always wanting to go
was with me.
You have me.

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