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Jun 2014
Your touch,
Your kiss
So much
I miss.

My fuel,
Such bliss
Your rule
I miss.

You’re like the exhibitions,
At a show
“Look but don’t touch”..
Even if I reached out my hands..
I would not be able to feel,
To grasp
To hold
To keep
And why ?
I miss you
But I won’t say a thing.
But why ?
antxthesis
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antxthesis  Jamaica
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   Mehma Kunwar, Zachary G, --- and ---
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