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Jun 14
I'm not missing her
Sad that her scent faded with the breeze
She's gone with the wind
I'm not missing a part of my soul

I'm not missing her
The blush on her rosy cheeks
Is a faded memory
I'm not missing the better half of me

I'm not missing her
But a part of me is with her
It calls to me
"Forget her."
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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