F I F T Y T W O
it then hit her as she laid in bed. he was somewhere far from her. he was in america. she craved for his touch again.
she missed the sound of his voice and the sound
of his laughter. it had only been a day but she missed all of these things.
because he was the one she admired.
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Poetrya recollection of all those times they spent just loving one another hoseok © SACCHARINEYKH
