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  • Your love was still running in me when I arrived here. 

    The felling of missing you swimming in my veins,
    lounging in my spirit, invading it. 

    I would look at it walk around and feel like a bipolar motherfucker. 

    I wanted to embrace it, let myself indulge in the image of your little body loving mine. 

    Than I would let it go - because I knew I had to.

    Because it did not belong with me now. Because I was here, and I could embrace that. 

    I let it go until it caught up with me. 

    It was bold.

    It came knocking, reminding me that I’m absolutely inebriated by your care, by your smell. 

    I had to be tough.
    I told it- NOT NOW!

    It gathered its troops,

    it camped out in a little ball, in the top right corner of my heart. 

    It developed a careful strategy: as soon as it knows I am alone, it rapidly conquers my system, running in all directions. 

    I close my eyes,
    to let it win.
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