I miss, I just do
Not sure if
I miss you or something else
I hear, I
just do
The stillness
in my inner bells
I don’t
want it, but it’s there
The desire
to stretch my arms
And reach
far elsewhere
For the presence
that calms
The tingle
in my skin
The inkling
in my soul
The longing
from within
Where are
you? My phantom
My missing
puzzle piece
When will
this hunger cease?
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