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I miss her

I miss her 

I miss her every night with a bright moon, with a little breeze, with a beating trauma in my chest, I  miss her.

I miss her when I get happy, and I miss her when night overwhelms me. 

I miss her every Monday, I miss her every Tuesday, I miss her the whole week.

I miss her when my mom cooks me her favorite food, I miss when I smoke.

I miss her warnings to avoid smoke, I miss her.

I miss her every midnight, I miss her.

I miss her every 1st September, I miss her. 

I miss her every 15 October, I miss her.

I miss her little laughter to small angry warnings, I miss her.

I miss her how she consoled me and celebrated my success with me, I miss her.

I miss her on every shining sun, I miss her.

I miss her being with me, being a little closer to me, I miss her.

If I went missing, missing her. Remember the name, remember the smiling me, remember your brother.

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