I listen to your silence
and try to understand.
I occupy your vacant heart
and hold your empty hand.
You've known me whence and whither,
from mid to either end,
your ever present, very real,
imaginary friend.
and try to understand.
I occupy your vacant heart
and hold your empty hand.
You've known me whence and whither,
from mid to either end,
your ever present, very real,
imaginary friend.
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