The missing ones: For Natalie C.....

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I miss the times
I miss the days
The laughter runs
It pricks
It stays and all the times
That belonged to us
For selves that wear
Like year old Musk
You are the finding
Of which i seek
A self once dark
I now am Bleak
Of wise ones rummage
Through the scrap
My memory wire
It weeps
It taps
\For you should be
The self i see
I miss the extra
arms of Me.