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I want to see you

Don't misunderstand me, I just want to see you. It's for sure and admiration exercise, but it's also a recurrent need that has been created.
I want to see you and don't get me wrong if I need your eyes for the light if I see the dark of your lips if I believe in the impossible texture of your hair of I aspire the smell of your perfume because I just want to see you.
I want to get crazy in your fake smiles and in your elegant clothes. I want to feel the heat on your arms and hate the way you smoke. And don't get me wrong I just want to see you.
I want to see you despite being somewhere else, besides our incomplete conversations or that incredible way of flirting, it's not another thing, it's just I want to see you.
For sure I don't want to hug you for hours, for sure next to you, it's not my perfect place to stay. I'm sure you heard that thousand times before but for now I just want to see you.
For sure I'm going to use this one thousand times, of course, you can tell me I can write a thousand of words more. It's not there's not beauty in the metro or in the train, it's not more than just seeing you. 
Don't get me wrong, you know I'm using this for a thousand girls more, you are aware the world will still remain in the shining light, but knowing all and just for that I just want to see you.

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