Friday, February 22, 2008
Fitting Print
I have been looking at you through the six inches of glass. You can't see me, but I can see you. When you leave your hand print and walk away. It is the only thing of you that's left. For days on end, I have waited for you, staring at it, longing for you to come back and place your hand on where you left it, so that I may see you once more. It is only hope.....
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