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May 2010
I miss you
when the pillow is cold
when my lips press together
when there's plastic on my finger
when I hear that smooth Jazz
when you're only a minute away
when I know I'll see you again
and the words still blur past
I miss you
Rachel Strowbridge
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   Jessica
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