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it's funny how
people never notice
the burns
       the cuts
              or the bruises
but your new shirt
that, my dear
is worth talking about
today
I realized
that I don't know you
at all
and that's what makes it
so hard
to not miss everything
about you
once again I find myself
lying here
sleepless in bed
and thinking of you
longing you by my side
your fingertips on my skin
and your hearbeat suiting itself
after mine

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