Your memory feels both old and new.
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The pain of you is familiar and overwhelming, but not unexpected. Yet each time I am as wholly unprepared as the first time I thought smelled your cologne in a crowd.
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I am scabbed over, not entirely healed, and my rough surface catches on every memory of your hands, your voice, your face...
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No joy
11:45am, 7/7/2020















