

The Growing DistanceThe pain of almost, the closeness of something so unreachable, was everywhere. The air was cold and bitter, thick with loss. Standing next to her, the mutual hurt was tangible. She had the look of one who felt lost to the whole world, looking without seeing, listening without hearing. To any passerby, she appeared blank and passive. But he knew. He knew everyone line of her face, each expression, what every different kind of unsmiling meant. He knew her usual twitches of irritation or sarcasm, as compared to this unfamiliar wince in reaction to his touch. She had to know that it hurt him to be near her, just as much as it was hurting her. MayThe Growing Distance
Snowy dawn
i really do appreciate it with all my heart.
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One simple thing kept between you and me
Will build a wall no one else can see
One simple thing is all we really need
To make it all complete
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...paru kumpli już tam jest...
mówią, że krzyżyk piecze w usta...
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