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Missing Him I don’t why I discredited
Your compliments,
Why your sweet words
Were followed by
Bitter interjections.
I thoughts they were
Moments contrived.
I should’ve believed them
For they held truth,
Contained in each smile,
Each affectionate stare,
Each disappointed tear.
It's so ironic how
priceless they've become.
