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Apr 2015
without your words, without your face,
this screen is just an empty space
on which i try to write the thoughts
i could always tell to you

and you were so close, you were so real
that i could almost swear to feel
the gentle press of your fingertips
and now i miss that, too
Written by
Joyful Sadness
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