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Jun 2014
I miss being with you, more than a flower misses the sun while buried under a foot of snow. I also miss your lips, you more than the desert misses rain. I miss the feeling of your hand in mine, more than the new moon misses the sun's light. I miss you, more than any words could ever express, because I miss you more than anything.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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