http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvTZwhOHYVA
There is an inner limb
reaching out for you
stretching through walls,
time-space,
and logic.
Whispering of empty spaces
around me,
beside me,
inside me.
Loneliness requests a hunter,
perfection demands caution.
Where are your arms at night?
If you showed up at my door
Oh, if you knew what it meant to me.
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