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May 2015
i stand up
make my way to the door
pat down my pockets once more
wallet
keys
phone
that's everything
puzzled i paused
my eyes look to my forehead
as if to find the answer
i feel like i'm missing something
then with smile and chuckle i
remember
it's you
i miss you
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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