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Rare are the nights that your smile doesn’t tread my mind, That I don’t smell your perfume within a scentless room, That your skin doesn’t trigger the nerves at the tips of my fingers, That with silence doesn’t come the voice to which I was destined to succumb I miss you
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Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 12:29 PM UTC
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Rare are the nights that your smile doesn’t tread my mind, That I don’t smell your perfume within a scentless room, That your skin doesn’t trigger the nerves at the tips of my fingers, That with silence doesn’t come the voice to which I was destined to succumb I miss you
JRTaveras
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Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 12:29 PM UTC
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