PHIRE
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long distance
Longing for your touch, a rush, as I extend my hand for more;
Short of you my fingers come, a fact, I face but can't ignore ;
Funny to feel in love, to fall, my foot steps did not give way;
No laughter for that matter, if I stumble into your arms some day.
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