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God,
I fucking miss you so much.
I want your lips pressed gently against mine.
I want your fingers interlocking between mine.
I want to go home.
But not the home people usually think of with their house and all.
I mean home that's in your arms,
Holding me and making me feel secure.
I want you.
No.
I need you.

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