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I still save things to tell you I wake forgetting your warmthisn’t beside I walk through the doorand look for you It’s like my being hasn’t been toldreality is different If only these walls could speak Between the Lines © 2026
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It’s a paradox, really –that in trying to give you room to breathe,I took the breath from my own lungs And perhaps that is the cruelest part –you are my air Between the Lines © 2026
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Between sips the wanderings sting, an empty glass gives sorrow wings Between the Lines © 2026
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