Desperation.
Etched into my skin I feel your warmth.
I breath your pungent musky smell.Almost tasting your cigarette and coffee I lurch forward, trying to grab for a keepsake.
Remembrance flooding from your eyes.
Falling deeper, like pools of confusion.
Grasping. Failing. I finally sink. Realizing the gap between the vale of purity and destruction.
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