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Apr 2018
Sometimes I miss you.
The music from the speakers the only thing to fill the blanks of a rotating fan.
The rhythm to ease the silence.
Remembrance of how you sound,
Sometimes I miss you.
Negating myself with quick tugs & pulls.
I hang at your leisure.
Drawn to life at the rise of your head
I am lost without you
Kewayne Wadley
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Kewayne Wadley  30/M/memphis tn
(30/M/memphis tn)   
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