Now that I'm gone, do you miss me, miss me?
Now that I've left, do you want to kiss me?
Oh well.
We all know how the saying goes;
Missed me, missed me, now you want to kiss me.
You missed me, darling.
Now you'll never get to kiss me.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
