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Nov 2013
I miss the way you'd hold my hand in the cold and
          tell me everything would be okay.
I miss the smell of your jacket when you'd pull me
          in and hold me so close to you.
I miss your heart and how it loved me each and
          every step of the way.
I miss how we'd never want to sleep but would
          talk on the phone for hours like there was
          nothing better to do.
Your sweet words.
Your kind heart.
Your ridiculous laugh.
What I wouldn't give to have that all back.
Alexandria King
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Alexandria King  Arlington, TX
(Arlington, TX)   
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