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I remember soft lips, deep eyes. The way you liked to wear heels, the way you knew how to paint your lips in front of me slowly. The way it signaled. How you liked the secrecy, the opportunity to release without anything heavy. Just the moment, a place to get lost, outside mutually confining lives.
Still here. Blue eyed, salt and pepper haired, handsome. Still me, missing that connection.
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