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Jan 2018
I miss your carefree stare
The curve of your bottom
When you text on your belly
I miss the places where your skin darkens
That are briefly visible
When you are playful
I miss how soft you are to hold
How you disappear into your silken hair
that cascades contentedly
When you hide and seek in the sheets that drape you
ode to the sadness of the moments end
The before and after you
I glimpse it finitely


Sam@011018
atomic blue
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