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Random poem
How can you miss something you never knew? The touch of her lips, the look in her eyes. You have none of this experience, but it lingers in your want... your need for it to have happened. It hasn't, it won't. Yet this glorious torture is almost as addictive as the memory would be if it had happened. You got half the look... almost there, but not. One kiss, meaningless and so long ago. But these half-truths are someone else's wealth, that you dream of winning in some non-existant lottery. Where the hell can I buy my ticket?
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