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Yikes
I miss her.
Maybe I should call her...
.............
"Come on man, is she really all that?"
Yeah.
She's U T T E R L Y
I
M
E
L
E
S
S
However, I don't miss her
The way old men miss the "good ol' days"
Or the way teachers miss capital punishment
Or the way boarding students miss their home
No.
I miss her
The way addicts miss their drugs
H
G
I
(When she's here I feel H )
The way gibbons miss their mates
(I did research on this, ok?)
The way left shoes miss the right shoes
(If she left , it would never feel right again)
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"What does she do to make you feel this way, man"
Well...
Her Smile Her Jokes
Her Eyes Her Hugs
Her Laugh. Her Strength
But also
Her Frown Her Complaints
Her Clumsiness Her Shin kicks
Her Cries Her Vulnerability
(I could keep going, trust me)
She's got a gorilla's grip on my heart
And call me sadistic but
I don't want her to let go
..............
"Damn, how many years has it been since you've spoken"
Years?
Nope.
72 hours.
"Yikes."
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