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Jan 2014
I do not have words
for the way I feel
when I walk onto my porch at 1 am
and I know you aren't there,
and that you'll never be
again.

So I stand with my face to the wind,
staring out into the woods,
searching for an answer.

I always find it,
in the silence.
I miss you
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   Liam
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