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Your kiss will always be missed. Even when I'm pissed. This is the bliss that once was in exist. Now its just a memory held back in me. Locked deep within only my heart can see. See what its like to be nothing, but emptiness. Only holding a single memory of a kiss left to sit under a cloud of sadness and rinse. Truth is though I can rinse no more. My eyes have filled with these tears and now they pour. Draining the hurt from each thought. But a smile still exist in every drop waiting to be caught. Ending every night with imagination of your sweet kiss. I close my eyes with that in mind and how much it I miss. Leaving just one more smile. That I keep for just a little while. Until the moment I fall asleep. I take that memory in my dreams to keep.