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The senses of missing

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I miss you in a way that makes me forget how a thing tastes.

I miss you, lover, like I have forgotten my own smell.

But you like that. You like a terrifying beauty. Don’t you.

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  1. I Romanticize says:
    September 7, 2013 at 09:30

    Your words, tear right through my heart.

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  2. Ramiz Ilham Khan says:
    September 27, 2013 at 03:22

    So you know the secret, good. I’m moved!

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