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May 22, 2005 21:28

To see you,
when I wake up is a gift
I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same
as I do is a three-fold utopian dream.

You do something to me
that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line
if I said, I miss you.

I see your picture,
I smell your skin on
the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone
ten days, but already I'm
wastin' away.

I know I'll see you
again, whether far
or soon.
But I need you
to know that I care
and I miss you.
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