Quintessential.

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i feel excessively
deprived of you.
how can a heart
be hollow if my
yearning trumps
the mountainsides?

your brown eyes-
i lifted them into my
mind, just once,
maybe twice,
but not too often.

too many hours
furnished by your
name under my breath,
praying mama doesn't
hear my plea and think
i'm somewhat hopeless.

what if this is
model behavior of
a touch so deeply missed.

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Freewrite
12/08/14 @ 8:40 PM