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You cannot expect me to read your mind while i am losing mine
if i could summon pieces of rage
complex...cohesive...concrete rage
then i could stand before you rooted in my stance of rage
fearless and bold
Do I miss you?
yes I miss...your voice...your touch...your kisses...your laughter and mine
filling up my quiet rooms and
banishing the warning whispers that
you will never hear
because they belong only to me.
I crave the taste of your skin on my tounge
and the warming welcoming haven of your arms
wrapped around mine
in the very best loving hug ever...
send me long...lovely....letters
each one drafted to remind me
that you still care
that you are thinking about me
that there is still a place in your hear
that remains of your need for us
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