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Abigail Smith Feb 2019
I will miss you like the moon longs for the warmth of the sun in the morning.
I will miss you like rain that miss a rainbow.
I will miss you like a dry land that longs for water.
I will miss you like sand coving the foam waves sweeping away.
I will miss you like the end of a twig of trees that can't wait for the dawn to rise.
I will miss you like a dead seed that longs for spring.
I will miss you like a crystallized virus waiting for the right time to return to life.

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