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saudade

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anobrain

Published: Jun 26, 2013

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every time i hear the first note

of the first song,

my breathing hitches

and i stay quiet for a little while

i miss you,

and i miss the way your hands

were always a twofold bigger than mine

they say there's no point in

regretting things

because everything was once

important to you at some point in time,

but answer me this:

when was losing you ever important to me?

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_{saudade is a portuguese and galician word that has no direct translation in english. it describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic or deeply melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return.}