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I don't feel much I don't remember much I don't bask in sentiments or think too much of sentients... but certain objects do linger on... some I keep boxed in preciously bejewelled and polished the smell of your skin rubbing against mine my scent on your shirt carried by the cold night air the touch of your hair soft, comforting... the warmth of your embrace how many years ago was it now?...
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Wallowing
I don't feel much I don't remember much I don't bask in sentiments or think too much of sentients... but certain objects do linger on... some I keep boxed in preciously bejewelled and polished the smell of your skin rubbing against mine my scent on your shirt carried by the cold night air the touch of your hair soft, comforting... the warmth of your embrace how many years ago was it now?...
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
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