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A silence filled the spaces between notes. You scooted towards me and reached for anything besides yourself. You hoped I wouldn't move. That sound, of the age, was vile. That sound, of the hope, was reflugent. A silence filled the spaces between hopes.

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ashcan1993 said...
Oct. 6, 2009 at 6:53 pm
i can totally see what u mean by this pic. luv it.

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