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Annie111
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He's inhaling me, and remembering every note and peak that's in the air beside me, flavoring the skin between us. I tug at cotton and skin feverishly.
I want him in my skin, I want to fit beside him, I want to sleep for a thousand years and know just one thing, that he's still there beside me.
Darkness can swallow most things, but desire grows rabid and hungry with the absence of light.
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Without the light there would be no darkness. The light creates the shadows, unless the whole of the light swallows everything and makes no shadows.
To grip hold of things most important before you are consumed by either light or dark...
To take a hand into yours...and feel the coldness of the folds within time and the folds within your shirt...
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delial
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i find myself wearing your shirt every night, lately...i was thinking on it, and i suppose it's all i have left. why is that? damned if i know. will i ever know?
i still don't even know the reason you had for giving it to me in the first place. what was it you said? you wanted me to be reminded of you by it? thanks for that, because i sure as fuck can't forget you.
the saddest thing about it, though, is it has steadily become more and more ragged since... uh, what was it? 4 years ago when you sent it. the collar is fraying, there are a few holes along the sleeves... and it breaks my heart, because it's pretty much the only tangible thing connected with you that i can feel close to you with, and yet here it is, decaying before my eyes. at least with the shirt i know why it's decaying: i wear it all the time. what the fuck happened with us, though? you literally just disappeared.
i had been hoping to replace this shirt with something else of yours sometime in the future... you entertained the idea, you even wanted something of mine... but i guess i can forget about that now.
watching this shirt disintegrate is like watching sand falling in the hourglass. feels like i'm playing a video game, one of those damned levels with a timer on it... i always hated those. time's running out, or ran out, and i don't even know the reason why.
i guess taking the time to say a goodbye or telling me what the problem was too much to ask... but at least i still have the soft cold folds of your shirt to remember you by. [as if i ever could forget]
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