Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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05 2010  


Your breath I breathe A piece of you I take Until your face I see So close to me You are so close The roots to the tree Your scent I feel The wind of your life I spirit away into me So close to me You are that close That I can kiss your cheek Yet that closeness Is diluted in vastness For, though we're linked, You're away from me