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Longing.

Distance never worried me
Until it became a reality,

So dark
That plans seemed bookish
Fear seemed real
And pain took over
The feeling of cordial,
Everything felt still
At times brutally unreal,
Sending messages aboard
Of struggle and its sequel,

I never knew
The last time we 
Hugged and kissed,
That it would be so long
Before the next,
That our life will become
restricted to texts,
That our hearts will flutter
At the name of love,
But will silently utter
The wish to be loved,

Only if I knew before
Of the abandoned touch,
Of the feelings much,
Of the missing feels,
Of the kissing reels,
Would I have stayed
Longer and longer,
Maybe leaving never.

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