Purge

You’ve lingered,

in limbo.

The smell of you.

The taste of you.

The touch of you.

Inside the deepest part of me.

Bequeath; I giveth my best dressed.

For my darling beloved, even the most glorious of sunsets eventually fade into darkness.

 

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