Outside of time.
The barrier only in my mind.
A touch from here to there.
Your whisper closer still.
My Soul waits.
For Time is but a presence.
A shard of perception.
Sharp.
Gentle.
What it must be.
For me to get to you.
Your whisper closer still.
My Soul waits.
For Time is but a presence.
A shard of perception.
Sharp.
Gentle.
What it must be.
For me to get to you.
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