Everyday that passes,
As every moment that goes by,
Without your touch,
Your voice,
Your words,
My day always feels incomplete,
Out of place,
And to miss you like this,
To feel it,
To see it in everything I do,
To be without you for theses hours upon days,
Everyday that seems to pass,
I continue to miss you more
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written word, blogged in a poetic sense
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