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When I'm alone at night, and you're not here with me, I recall the times we've spent in ardent reverie. I remember your spicy scent, the clasping of your hand, the eyes that search within my soul, and a touch that understands. The smile that strays across your lips, while secretly watching me, the unsaid words that we exchange, that no one else can see. I miss those precious hours now, when evening fades away, when you're not there to listen, and share the close of day. I miss your strength, your steady arm, the sureness that you bare. I miss the rushing eagerly to find you waiting there. I miss that gentle, stirring face, when waiting for your call, but anytime you're out of reach, I miss you most of all... |
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