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Aug 2014
I miss the sound of your heart beat

The way you would run your fingers through my hair
How you smiled when you first awoke
Or how you simply didn't want to get out of bed
I miss my spot beside you
now I lay in my bed with the ghost of you
I could call you but would you answer ?
I need you here
but its my own selfish desire
but tell me dear , how does your heartbeat sound when im not around
Christopher Mata
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Christopher Mata  Texas
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