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Jul 2017
i find myself tracing the outline of your body
from when you laid in my bed
closing my eyes
feeling your warm embrace
as if you never left
i take a deep breath, hoping to tame my emotions
but instead i inhale the faint scent of your cologne
there are empty spaces in all the places you once were
there's an empty feeling in my chest since the last time i heard you say those three words
i still see you, you're a ghost
but this isn't paranormal
and with every ounce of longing in me
i can't believe my heart is still beating
in the most simplistic way i can express,
i miss you.
mary
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mary  21/F/seattle.
(21/F/seattle.)   
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