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you have etched into my heart
a walking path
lined with flowers
of every color;
i've walked it once or twice,
myself, and i've seen
bluejays and buttercups
but never you yourself
i suppose that's all well;
but amongst these flowers
and the path trodden by your feet
in my head a string of words repeats:
i miss you,
i miss you.
do you miss me?