When I look over..
the beauty of what's missing is that your smell lingers in that negative space; that space negative you; Pale floral notes audible only to trained ears, ever fading, a ghost of relations past. From what was to what will be. A prelude to the next track. Oh how I miss that cascade of curly ravened hair brushing gently over slender shoulders; complimentary to a complexion of cream.. tis a feverish dream the memory of your embrace. Come and Go When I look over.. the beauty of what's missing is that your smell lingers in that negative space; that space negative you; Pale floral notes audible only to trained ears, ever fading, a ghost of relations past. From what was to what will be. A prelude to the next track. Oh how I miss that cascade of curly ravened hair brushing gently over slender shoulders; complimentary to a complexion of cream.. tis a feverish dream the memory of your embrace. Tis true, you've left your mark; but fresh wounds eventually heal; invisible braille marring the heart tactile to the pluck of trained fingers. As a reliquary I fond over when your scent kissed the air.. Until I find another just as pretty. Just as fair. Tis true, you've left your mark; but fresh wounds eventually heal; invisible braille marring the heart tactile to the pluck of trained fingers. As a reliquary I fond over when your scent kissed the air.. Until I find another just as pretty. Just as fair.
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