Take 2
The rush of the wind
the breeze in my hair
I feel nothing when you're not there
My hand grows cold
as it stands alone
grasping for something to hold
These moments are weak
as time passes by
short distances but still long drives
Inches apart
yet still separate hearts
but everything is all right
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