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The allure and discomfort of reliving last year. The excitement, flight, and mania of it all. I revisit the trail of smiles and our hope for healing, cry at the loss of it; the bitter taste of my heart hardening after being so soft, repeatedly pierced by your pain, ignored. I, a ghost, anchored in the moments you dropped your shell, let me play with your tenderness. You loved me in a voice reserved only for us; in those naked moments, in darkness, pressed against cold glass, dripping. It was all so sharp, except for us there, then, in love.
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