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i miss the smell of the incense that you wear

i rather shall not speak of the other incense

that i only can whisper

i miss the nightly fan that is always on

and the evening ride in the autumn moon

i miss the saree and the bangle that i never see

i miss the evening, fresh and cozy

ice wine goblet, pastry and posy

do i miss,

so you ask

no, i don't

for i enjoy

the joy of missing

too too much