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i miss being young enough to crawl into someone else's lap and let them handle it.

i miss the time of my life where a kiss could mend instead break your heart

i miss the crunch of gravel under my feet on the street where I grew up.

i miss the sounds of the country: the crickets and cicadas tuning up every night,
but I relish the sounds of the city in dusk.

i miss the swush of leaves under a rake...

i miss taking things at face value

i miss my heart