February 2011
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Style of your hair, the shape of your eyes and your nose The way you stare as if you see right through to my soul The way your sweet smell lingers when you leave the room Stories you tell as we lay in bed all afternoon Touching your face, invading your space
They’re all part of the list, things that I miss Things like your funny little laugh or the way you smile Or the way we kiss What...
