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The feeling of missing

a smile, or a face —

not really submissive,

yet looking for place

where you felt at home,

cozy, at peace —

not as alone

in gloomy abyss.

Missing the places

you’ve never been to,

learning the lessons

of letting go —

the same premonition

that leads you along,

becoming your mission

and making you strong.

Choosing the reasons

to keep you alive;

change of the season,

another good-bye.

Missing a place

is like missing a person:

one mental embrace

in a blink of a cursor.

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