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Apr 2019
like the morning misses the sun
in a sunday morning
like the morning misses coffee
in a monday morning
like the need of your arms
while i cry
like my skin misses yours
every night
like my loneliness misses yours
every second
of every day

I miss you
and I know
I always will
missing my first love
val
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val  17/F/buenos aires
(17/F/buenos aires)   
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