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Jan 2016
I miss her

I miss being overlooked
and under-appreciated
I miss the way she -


I miss not feeling alone

I miss the way that she caged me
Then demanded I let her be free

But still,

I miss the way she washed me
Her hands on my back

I miss the way we'd kiss our hands*
Before giving each other a smack

I guess with a love like that you have to remember
Every kiss will get you back
Written by
Bonswan  Earth
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