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May 2015
I know you
do not think of me
in these similar ways
your mind is without a doubt
caught up on some trivial schemes
or some other passion
or long yearned for dreams
and when you lay that
muddled mind to rest for the night
thoughts of me I doubt come alive

But when when my pillow case
roughly brushes my cheek
those slender fingers of yours
I secretly seek
to kiss the inner creases
of your busy palms
to rub those scraggly hairs
that grow from your chin
your almost-not-quite unibrow
once greatly bothered me so
but to place my lips on it
once again
I could not ask for more
yes that smacking of yours
was such an eyesore
and yet to hear you ramble on
about this-or-that
is what my life now surely lacks

Before you write me off
as some lovestruck fool
I am aware there were some details
of us not exactly fine tuned
but I would be ****** if I
do not admit
I miss those whole qualities
the very essence of life
that sprung from you
and reverberated into
the deepest pits of my soul
Laura
Written by
Laura  Texas
(Texas)   
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   Camron Elliott
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