;ast night i was dreaming to your smile
your stories
the tenor of your breath
and song
i miss you like i miss the mountains
and the moon
and how they are the same
like you and i
one conjuring the other
only seen in the other brilliance
not every father has a daughter
but every daughter has a father
one who was there
but its not true
i know daughters without you
without a moon
to call home
to call when it gets cold and scary
and the world spins in every way you dont need it too
this morning i am dreaming to your skin
the tenor of your heart
the rhythm of your chest
all the tangible parts of you
i miss the most.
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