I lay my hand close to urs
hopping ull take one hand of urs
and grab one hand of mine
when u dont i silently cry...
inside....
where im me...
ur hand reaches out...But....
towards the wind
i feel the wind press on your hand
and just like that....the wind takes u far...far...away..
.....from me.....
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