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Jul 2013
I miss you so much,
it physically pains me
to not be able to talk to you.

It is as if an astronaut came along
and snatched all of the stars out of
the night sky, and the moon
is left to weep and cry.

It is as if the fisherman caught
all the fish in the sea,
and the ocean's only purpose
left is to wash up on the beach.

It is as if a lumberjack took an axe
to each tree,
and the earth can no longer breathe.

The beauty taken selfishly to be enjoyed,
leaves the viewer endlessly craving it's return.


I miss you,
come back to me,
I'll be here waiting,
painfully, patiently for you to come home.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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