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Reminisce
He hates his handwriting,
But loves his flawless hair
He doesn’t like to see his reflection
But loves the clothes that he wears
I love his writing
All of those words
I love when he says “hey”
That freeking little turd
He captured my heart, body, and mind
He makes me feel invincible
He makes me feel wanted
He makes me feel happy
‘Cause that’s all that’s important
But what it is that I have to say,
Is that I miss you dearly friend
I miss the laughter and late night walks
I miss the summer breeze and your hands
I miss the looks, the vibes
Your essence,
Yourself.
Where are you friend?
Where have you gone?
You’ve truly become
Someone else.

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