The wrong words.

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Rest/pause.

cakebeef:

You were looking for something.  Food, maybe.  An ink pen.  A word on the tip of your tongue.

Maybe it was just an itch.  A couple of eyeblinks.  The silence before a commercial.

I am there, in all your brief pauses, in the air between your words.

I love you.

There is nowhere else I can be.

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