dear myshkin I miss it
you know.... that place
where you where gentle and kind
I miss the warmth of you promises
the kindness in your eyes
I miss it.... the possibilities of dreams
yours and mine...I miss you believing
and the part about faith...do your remember?
it was just yesterday, it was in every visit, every
telephone ring, every other word it was in the touch of your
hand and the traces you left behind while with me
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