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gone through
                with dry fingers

the scent lingers
                        on my pillow
                 long after you've gone

I wish your
               pale winter skin
                                   would remain as indefinitely
now i wish
that my pillows
would stop
smelling like you

because you're not here
and you won't be
anytime soon

— The End —