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I miss you.


My bones ache
In your absence.
My fingers hurt
From being clenched around pillows
That I wish were you.

I'd wake up everyday
Two hundred miles
away from your kisses
huddle in bed and
miss you more.

I wish you were here
Arms around me
Stroking my hair
While I gaze into your eyes
And feel my lungs burn.

I miss you, I miss you
With every breath
With every single beat of my heart.

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