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Feb 17
It’s not you I miss,
It’s the way your skin felt against mine
The way your voice soothed my anxieties
The way your kiss made me fall in love with time.

It’s not the fall I love,
It’s the beauty as the leaves become colorful
The way nature embraces change
The way letting go leads to new life.
Sal AK
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Sal AK  27/M/MD
     Blxvkroseee, Son of sand, anna burns and Nara
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