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Jan 2015
It's not that I miss you
I miss your scent
I miss the way it wraps me up, tucks me in

I miss your skin
The way it collaborates with mine
To make what we know as a beautiful masterpiece
The map of you and I

I miss the trails that lead us to sleep
The roads that we don't remember taking
Until we doze off to our final destination
Ultimately being morning

I miss the smell of nostalgia
The collaboration of skin

But I don't miss you
Chelsea Daley
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Chelsea Daley  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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