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Glorious Interlude


come back.

Maybe you will today.

Back to a time

when there was no sense of time.

When all that mattered was that your hand

touched mine.

Did I make the cut for the frame on the wall ?

There is no place like home.

She ran so he walked.

My goodnight story, the sound of someone trying to sound as though they are not crying.

I’m sorry

that you left. I wish that you had’nt.

Let’s start again.

It will be better this time.

A Glorious Interlude