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Often times at night,
when the world is quiet,
and i can only hear,
the rush of an airplane

I think of your face,
and how sweet it was,
to hug your tall body,
keeping you close by

While I try to forget,
the way your smile looks,
when smiling at me,
before you lean in to kiss

I can not forget,
I am consumed instead,
with a hollow ache,
I can no longer fill.

Often times at night,
I miss every bit of you,
but when the world is quiet,
I hope you miss me too.





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