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Aug 2014
It was your touch
Your arms wrapped around my waist,  
Our eyes shut  
Imagining life away from here;
That was what I missed the most.
I did not want you back into my life,  
But only your touch.  
I did not know how to fill that empty space  
No matter what,  
It always came back to your touch.

-A.G.
Alma G
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Alma G
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