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  • I still wake up with his name pounding against the peripheries of my skull.


    Ours was a springtime love, an adventure, a 4-day affair.


    He undressed me with his eyes - those dark brown clairvoyants - and loved me utterly.


    I still fall asleep smelling, breathing, absorbing his odor - the remnant of our love seeped into my laundry.


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