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The last time I was here
your hand was in mine
Smile
and a Dizzying
Lightness
when I breathe into your flannel shirt.

You smell like
warm water
and
sunlight.
Close to you
with my arms around your shoulders.
A cold night
and a warm sleeping bag
as we fall asleep.

— The End —