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Feb 9
Your "I miss you."

Hit and sunk deep.

Hooked, speared, chained and I cannot sleep.

I cannot run and
you will not pull me in.

So I am stuck
Needing and bleeding with no end.

Stagnation is me, as well as black, ****** and blue.
I know not what to do.

But for now, we'll have to settle with,
"I miss you too"
We've all had that "I miss you" moment. Powerful stuff, hits hard.
Dev
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Dev  M/Home, finally.
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