Vacant spaces between you and me
Eat our emotions midway
And by the time we get the message
It's been shredded thread-bare.
My heart sits aching in my hand:
don't know what to do with it anymore.
The closer you come, the more I'm in danger.
I turn my back and pretend I'm alone.
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