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The distances
Can only be measured of the land And the water
Not of hearts
Hearts—
Which moving away in opposite directions
Nothing known, where reached
On Google Maps
Your neighborhood can be seen
And maybe
Your home as well
But cannot be knocked
The door of your home.
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Fly Alone
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Comments (1)
Nice