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You look me up and down

Eyes hazy, is it lust or the alcohol?

The comforting look of desire,

But only for a quick minute

Then back to the commotion,

Did I even truly exist?

I don’t miss you or the problems that turned into we

But I miss being wanted,

Even if it’s the tequila that makes you think of me.

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