i miss you, but if i were to write those words, would they be anything more than ink i’d have wasted / if my eyes found your own, would they be met by anything more than vacancy as you’d turn your head / i miss your hands in my own, but do you remember my fingers as too rough against your skin / if my heart found the dark empty space in your chest, would you hear its own beat as sarcasm, or tenderness
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