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Longing

It’s the way she moves words

In and out of my mind

How I can’t stop thinking 

About what she said last

And time

Time passes so quickly I can see her smile

Without her even being there

And, I can laugh for the both of us

Even when I’m alone 

Still missing her, I’m far from home

©️ The Sad Owl 

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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