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just three chairs away and I already miss you.
your touch was a thing I wanted to get used to.
but your words still unknowingly pierce my heart so--
-- severe this longing with which you torture me; mind, body, and soul.
apologies for this poem I wrote during class,
i'm aware it's barely past the first clock hand.
right after breakfast, my mind's still in a daze.
forgive me if all I long for in that state is to see your face.