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It has been almost 5 weeks now and I've missed your touch every day. You've outgrown this town and are always traveling for that job you hate, but I know when evening rolls around you're out exploring those dimly lit shops lining the street looking for what we had. I saw you the other day. Laying barefoot in the grass, breathing in fresh air on your break. I wanted to approach you. Wanted to lay next to you and graze the palm of my hand like I once did. If you're still out there searching M, shoot me a message.
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