He was no longer the heart beating in my chest but the cursed
casam of space filled with thick atmoshereic longing where the memories
fall short and the nuance of it all remains but a bitter after taste of my desires.
And they are all of him.
I want to remember the taste of his lips
but never again will I have that feeling.
No matter how much desire is there
I shall never have that back again. Ever.
But longing will remain. Forever.
So I stand here.
I wish you goodnight.
Goodnight.
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