poetry

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i miss you–

lowercase and broken.

crumbled to dust,

fine,

beneath my fingertips.

i miss you

but don’t know why;

do you think of me

on weekend nights?

do you ever miss notes,

little thoughts,

daily stars–

do you miss

what I used to be?

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