The word lingering makes me feel nostalgic. I imagine trembling fingers over soft skin with little goosebumps all over this sculpted canvas, tracing curves and edges of this human art with gentle strokes. I imagine the memory of warmth and the word "want" quickly becoming "need". I imagine lingering is used to explain the drunken feeling after a perfect kiss, the inexplicable high of pure bliss, then going back to lips that are no longer there. I imagine that lingering is a word that aches and that tingles with craving. I imagine that the word lingering misses the art that made them learn the definition of the word longing.
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