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I'd be lying if I said,
I don't miss the way you held me.
The way we felt.

The way your touch made me,
Someone I never was.
Your words spoke,
Languages I never could let go.

The scent of your skin,
The warmth of your smile.
Made worries go by..
Like a silly butterfly.

I'd be lying if I said,
I don't miss the way you loved me,
Kisses left unsaid..

-Naman

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