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Jul 2016
I miss the way the sun would rise and spell your truth
As I held my hand to my face and felt your touch
When the clouds showed your face
And the wind spoke your voice
When you were with me
I miss looking into the distance and hoping for skin
As I opened my eyes and learned your name
When the day was never ending
And the noon knew your heart
When you were with me
I miss the somber tones and the songs you've shown
As each note became a meaning
When you knew how to sing
And you sang beautifully
When you were with me
I miss
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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