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Dec 2020
I wasn't expecting
to miss you already,
but.

I'm waiting for you,
warming for you,
heartless because you're gone.

Hoping to see the dawn
through thick strands of your hair,
through the air that surrounds
which you bless with your touch.

You clutch to me tight
through the dull of the night.
Genevieve
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Genevieve  19/F/USA
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