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between the sheets opening my eyes to thoughts of you between then and now I think of us all the possibilities and of all the space between our fingers with every touch or the space between our noses, cheeks, and lips yesterday I hope for tomorrow when the space between us and the carpet comes down to our heart beats and embrace in the space between this second and the next I close my eyes to thoughts of you or us and dream of football and beaches and dances and soon awake daybreak to feel the gap between your home and mine and the next telephone call ~*Home*~ |