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I miss when your eyes pinned me to the wall and the your kisses left me naked. I miss the way your fingers teased their way past my insecurities. I miss the times I could focus because the words you texted to me made it clear I was needed.
I miss you. And I miss our love. I'm not sure I recognize us anymore.
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Wow
That is a deep feeling poem. It left me with a feeling of emptiness and want. A feeling of yearning and need. Yet one of love just the same. I hope that is what you meant to convey because you did. OFB
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