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Feb 2017
absence makes the heart grow
the kind that's not resolved through sleeping.

more than your voice, more than the songs we played, more than your laughter

I miss
the stillness of you looking at me.

the quiet of nights of not-talking together.

in your silence, I once heard
the calm evening sea.
Written by
     Lior Gavra and Bianca Reyes
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