I miss you.
Not in a romantic way,
Or even sexual.
I just miss you.
Maybe it's your voice,
Or your touch.
Can't be too sure.
But you wouldn't care,
As you don't want to.
For you,
Life is a buffet
That you hate.
You see it all
Even want it maybe,
But won't eat.
I miss you.
Maybe love you.
Definitely hate you.
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