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The pain of missing you Comes in rounds Bullet after bullet They meet their mark   No matter how loud I scream  No one else can hear me The pain is unbearable Only you can soothe it
The mind- the reincarnate queen,my pens- the worker bees,oozes waxen flakes of inspiration,both devilish and angelical.The ink creates a homein a soon-to-be-discovered honeycomb
I love the way you smile
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