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I boxed up all your things,

hoping that one day you would return

Wishing that you would just saunter back

into my life,

smiling like you do

Laughing like you had no care in the world

Gliding past my ever present fears

and hugging me

for the thousandth time

And I missed those hugs,

the way that you would hold me

the way that you would look at me

Almost as if I was all you could afford to see

As if I was the most prettiest thing in the world to you

As if I held all the beauty of the planet in one spot

No

That was you.

All you.

Every second of your life was a spitting image of perfect

The spitting image of grace

And no doubt the spitting image

of love

-The Echoes(Past Longing)

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