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Every inch of time without you is like another second without water. Every time the clock tics I miss your hand in mine. Every "drip" from the faucet is like another kiss I'm missing. Every plane that passes overhead is like a reminder that I'm not with you. Every moon that creeps across the sky makes me wish I was making my way slowly to you. And every time the stars twinkle, I wish I could close my hand on one - and have you. And the next time that I see you, I'm going to kiss you, just the way that I did, the last time that I saw you.
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