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Oct 2018
I miss, and I miss.
But who to kiss, dear? Who to kiss?
It’s been far too long;
Where’s that bliss?
And your touch?
And your kiss?

I miss, and I miss.
With silence my heart may only hiss.
Seven months too long.
I’m weak, not strong!
Darling, I need your sweetened kiss.
~A little thought in math that morphed into a poem~
well this is awkward
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well this is awkward  18/F/somewhere in this world
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