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How many ways did I long for you…


How many ways did I long for you…
Through a/an..
missed word
broken thought
misplaced tear
half spun idea
unspelt smile
unheld hand
unbrushed lip
unfelt heart
untouched skin
And then
I longed for you…
Through an emptiness within.

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