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Somewhere between
our ocean walks
and coffee talks
our late night calls
the 'I miss you's' and all
your sweet rush
and that gentle touch
I gave you my all
thought I was ready to fall
but somewhere between
being 2,000 miles apart
and begging you to stay
I guess you just didn't want me
in the same way.

-q.t.p.

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