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Aug 2014
I miss you
your breath against my neck
your hands on my waist
your lips on my forehead
your heartbeat against mine
all them stolen kisses

I miss you
your arms around me
your laugh and your smile
your whisper and your voice
your mere presence
all them stolen glances

I miss you
But it doesn't mean I want you back
I miss us
But it doesn't mean I would go back
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Patricia Ambal
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