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Jun 2015
I miss the touch
of her hand on my face
I miss the feeling
of her tender embrace
I miss the seeing
Her smile and dance
I miss hearing
Her voice, putting me in a trance
I miss the taste
of her soft lips

From my hand, her grip slips
What I miss, fading away
Crumpled to my knees, is where I still stay.
Current feelings.
Lauren Leal
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Lauren Leal  29/M/USA
(29/M/USA)   
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