Are we drifting apart?
Your hands are a little colder now,
Are you setting free my heart?
The days grow longer than before,
And I wonder when,
Will you next step through this door,
It gets so hard,
To get through another day,
And the time creeps by,
On dusty feet,
That seem to say,
A whispered warning.
~Rei Shiori
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