Missing The Touch
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Terence George Craddock
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staring into space
replaced by staring
into blank screen
missing linked touch
your mind distraction
to everything else blind
not much I value
more than a few random
thoughts from you
seems life is moment vacant
spaces waiting for missing you
to appear from distant blue
did you not guess
I wanta come over
hours roll over
I cannot breathe
it's time to leave
lovers some bleed
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