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Nov 2015
I bet you miss her
maybe for her tiny tummy
or how her eyes were brighter than mine
your shirt was hers before you gave it to me
sometimes you might still see her in it
maybe no matter how beautiful you want to think I am
you miss her in that shirt
little things like dinner time or winter time or anytime
you'll catch a scent of her
maybe it'll be how her clothes smelt like a florist shop or how her tiny socks looked on top of the dryer after playing in the snow
a song reminds you of how she could sing out of key absolutely perfectlyย ย and then you look at me and think
I do miss her
this I have came to know
you'll think to yourself regretfully
why didย ย I stop and let her go
im kinda sad, and it's kinda midnight so here's this
Written by
Alicia  22/F/Lost
     Neon Robinson, Michael L and Earl Jane
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