and I love her

and I need her

and I miss her

when I see her

picture

on my phone

one memory

that I own

and I love it

when she kisses me

and I need to know

she misses me

and when she whispers

in the morning

I am mourning

because I can't be

next to her

and this must be

a hex to her

as it is to me

I miss her touch

and need it so much

and I need to cry

on that shoulder

I'd die

and for that cause

I would suffer

scrub the mess

like a buffer

take it in

all at once

wince a little

a couple cuts

but my bandage

is her touch

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