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I Miss You

I miss the sound,
Of your voice.
I miss the taste,
Of your lips.

I miss the feel,
Of your fingers in mine.
I miss what it was like,
When you held me tight.

I miss the walks,
We would take together.
I miss the sound,
Of your voice.

Im scared,
I will forget what you look like.
Im scared,
That I will never get to see the love of my life again.


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