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                          All Out Of Love                                   
                                                                            
          She lay close enough for me to hear her quiet breathing           
          and yet it was impossible to make love with her                   
          'cause she was too far away.                                      
                                                                            
          We lay together in bed - but not really together,                 
          we did not move for fear that we might touch.                     
                                                                            
          The thoughts, coldly floating in the air and space                
          between us extinguished all fires that used to burn               
          so fervently between my thighs, so I stared at her                
          while her stares at me bore a hole into the night.                
                                                                            
          We lay in bed together, thinking how could we continue            
          together when we were close enough to the truth to                
          realize that she should not have been in my life and              
          especially not "my bed".                                          
                                                                            
                  Copyright (C) 1990 - Inez Harrison                        
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