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Hit And Miss

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I missed the way you made me feel like dirt.
The way you, like children in a garden
unknowingly trampled upon my snail’s shell.
I missed you. I missed the way you always
filled me with the feeling of drowning, of
an endless swim towards the shore, the
feeling of drifting aimlessly in the middle
of the sea. When you finally left my life,
when you had to go home from the garden,
from your trip to my beach, when you
had no more reasons to stay in my world,
I found that I had loved you once.

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