oh yes, I miss you your untamed wilderness severed from the outside with reverent vibration awareness soft feet on woolen floors the myriads of scents you share bursts that murmur hands that hold and dare with no pretense fragments of a story never told but sensed in your enchanted underworldly oratory like fur and the presence of an eternally carved now within me still you are a home oh yes, I miss you
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If you could I wish you would come here where the white marble get polished by bare feet