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Monroe
My hand and yours
Separated
By a glass wall
So close
I feel your heart beating
I can taste your lips
But here we wait
For this war to end
Tonight we lay awake
Praying for the struggle to be over
Separated
By a glass wall
So close
I feel your heart beating
I can taste your lips
But here we wait
For this war to end
Tonight we lay awake
Praying for the struggle to be over
Published 26th Mar 2013
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26th Mar 2013 3:19am
26th Mar 2013 8:37am
26th Mar 2013 1:37pm
27th Mar 2013 1:55am
Very open to interpretation. My own interpretation, and correct me if I'm wrong, is that one of you is behind a glass wall because one of you is in jail? Well, regardless of the details, it was a great write.
27th Mar 2013 2:10am
He's a soldier
He is going to Afghanistan and right now he's 3 hours from me, but I can't be with him
He is going to Afghanistan and right now he's 3 hours from me, but I can't be with him
1st Apr 2013 1:44am
Best of wishes, and sincere apology for the false accusations, although I didn't really mean it in a rude way...
4th Apr 2013 1:26am
Your stuff is good. Will look at more of it soon. Soldiers are superior people. Hope you've got people in the States too, can't be easy for you either.
