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"Smudges"

Smudges, that's all I have of you...

Smudges on your pane of glass which

Comes between us, keeps us separate

You in your world, mine on

Just the other side

"Tink, Tink, Tink", my fingertips call out

Pay attention, I know you see me

Perhaps if you are willing you can feel my warmth if

You stand really close against it for just a little longer

We see each other, but smudges are the only things

You leave me with

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