Saudade

I miss your the velvet of your voice.

I miss the waves of your hair —

Deep dark brown rings where I used

To hide in my days of self-pity and self

Discovery

.

I miss the sound of your guitar, your lyrics that no one else can

Write.

I miss

The euphoria of those late nights

When we shared the same martyrdom

.

ML

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