The ears I used to whisper to
The nose I used to pluck
The hands I used to take
The hair I used to mess with
The weapons that used to hug me tight
The smile I used to get
The voice that I used to stay up just to hear
The heartbeat that I used to dance with
The eyes that I used to get lost in
The lips that I used to kiss
The boy I used to love
The feeling that I now regret
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