Jeremiah

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I miss you like I miss the sun.
Encapsulated and brought into one.
I miss the stare of those humorous brown eyes.
The same ones who accompanied me in watching the skies.
I wish you were mine.
I wish I was yours but you keep slipping with time.
I'm afraid we'll say goodbye soon.

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