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I’m only ever going to miss two things the most,
her boobs and someone to talk about watches with.
And two endless eyes, and perfectly wheat colored hair, and a really great butt.
But all I ever did was look at that butt,
I can look at others,
and I can look at other endless eyes.
I doubt I’ll ever press my face against boobs as nice as hers,
and I know I’ll slowly miss less and less the rest of her,
and this is going to be the thing I’ll never get over,
as good as not forgetting anything.

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