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Miss you



       I readied myself to
       write and  closed
        my eyes looking
          for inspiration 
     
       " and my heart
                dicated
           three  words
        "  I miss  you. "

        I miss your gaze
             telling  me
         " I love  you. "
       
        The softnrss
            Of you
           caresses ,
         your  hands.. 

       I miss your voice, 
                 your
            words  full
        of  tenderness 
   
       .. and I even miss
           your moments of
           silence.. the ones
           that say so  much.. 

          I miss everything 
          about you because 
                      You
             are my  world... 

           Your hugs, your
                   Stories, 
              Your   kisses.. 

            I miss you  a
            thousand different 
            was, and the night
                    drags on... 
  
             Because 
              I miss you... 

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