I miss you like an arm or leg or tooth: Lost long ago, but felt like it was there. You can't see it or touch it (anymore); but (sometimes) it itches & hurts & takes up space (like it should). All parts joined, we are one body. We were (surely) from before. There are different worlds, alongside this one, where we are joined (I'm sure). In this world, we're not. That (sometimes) feels wrong. from 'Me' in You, Me & the Others
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