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Soft lips, the absence, cold hands touching a boiling *** all of it overwhelming. Lisps, nothing but blurred s's and slurred whispers of reassurance and love. So much blind love, so much lying, so much forgetting, so much resting in the space between the absence. I loved you once, then I forgot, and loved you again, and forgot, and loved you again in memory, I have forgotten. The absences are wavering; they teeter like a fresh vase on the edge near an unruly cat, nothing tethering the events of the slurred words from soft LIsPS, but the love almost did. So I think.
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
Absence
Soft lips, the absence, cold hands touching a boiling *** all of it overwhelming. Lisps, nothing but blurred s's and slurred whispers of reassurance and love. So much blind love, so much lying, so much forgetting, so much resting in the space between the absence. I loved you once, then I forgot, and loved you again, and forgot, and loved you again in memory, I have forgotten. The absences are wavering; they teeter like a fresh vase on the edge near an unruly cat, nothing tethering the events of the slurred words from soft LIsPS, but the love almost did. So I think.
The absence, or space, between being with you or not, remembering things or not, feeling or not.
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CautiousRain
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CautiousRain
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Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
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