I missed her

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I missed her voice

and I missed her hands


I missed her words

and I missed her skin


for someone who claimed to

like best to be alone,

i feel awfully lonely.


I picked a rose from the bush she planted

and stuck it in the dirt,

and I decided that

when the rose began growing

into a new bush

then I would stop missing her


but the rose withered 

and died

and so did she

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 28, 2017 ⏰

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