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Jan 2015
Next to the window I sit look at the stars I think about you.
I stand next to the door and I hear your knock.
I sleep in my bed I feel you breathing in my neck.
I stand a the kitchen and I sense you next to the stove cooking.
As I see the dishes I hear you yelling at me .
But you not there its just all in my head.
I miss you...
#missingsomeone
hlakaniphile
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hlakaniphile  Warden or harrismith
(Warden or harrismith)   
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