The spirit in me misses
her body. I have missed
her misnomers and missives,
her soft epistles miss
the point. I start to miss
the sky like rain gone missing
from a cloud. The misshapes
veil her mistakes, I miss
her arguments. The missing
scriptures hold the mission
we forget, a miserable
misguidance. I'm missing
her message.
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