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May 29
Asking me if I miss her,
Would be like asking,
The stars if they miss the nights,
Asking the sun if it miss it’s warmth,
Or asking the ocean if it miss it tides,
I haven see the most beautiful flowers,
But they all have the same sent,
I got the see the most beautiful sights around me,
But the wind winded the same at each,
Only ever in your presence,
The wind whispered a  sweet fragrance to a flower,
A sent so beautiful it’s like God intervened,
I would recognize you in total darkness,
If you were mute and I deaf I would recognize you in a whole other lifetime,
In different bodies different times,
And I will love you in all of this,
Till the last star in the  universe dies,
They asked me “do you love her to death?”
I replied “if you speak her name over my gave watch and see it brings me back to life”
Jared Clement
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Jared Clement  24/M/Trinidad and Tobago
(24/M/Trinidad and Tobago)   
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