Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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05 2010  


You're away, across the ocean Far from me and my emotions That distance is nothing That distance is all I have no fear at all You'll be back one morning Your body lies away from me Your voice echoes across seas That distance means nothing For I hear it all I hear your call You'll be back one morning The space between us The void in my heart And the scars on my skin Are torture, I concur Yet they won't sever the link We have through words and ink