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I was thinking
How we become as one,
Thinking about how much we’ve strung.
After all I said in done,
Its seam’s you trough it wasn’t in the physical,
From I extended my hand to reach and touch you
Like smoke poof you were gone…
I took a glimpse , and a picture of you to see,
And reconcile with the feeling’s I get
When it seems you looking at me.
I heard you voice.
You show me the you care,
I pause for a minute to hear you voice again…
It’s strung at times when I think I seen you,
And hear word’s, I straight you said.
I miss you right now, even tomorrow it will be worse…
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