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i miss you. oh how i do, i wish you were here, your lips, interwined with mine, your hands touching mine, your sweet breath on my face; it's slipping through my fingers as the time goes away. as i get older and get closer to my last breath, have done nothing,have regretted everything,have loved few, looking back i have realized how much time i have waisted, how many have i hurted, ignored, lost.....i miss you...only i know how much.