his voice drips down my skin in rich, complicated colors, so fucking slow and erratic, but with every detail seeping into every pore, ONLY i can feel his gorgeous pattern emerge in tingly bursts. with closed eyes and an eased mind, i have memorized what she could never even trace.

from head to toe, i silently beg to see her eyes blister over as she desperately tries to fathom him again; to laugh as her confident speculations drop like flies around her decrepid shadow. every fiber of my soul yearns to bathe in her wretched, pathetic, well-deserved loneliness...but this WILL pass. she doesn't deserve the honor of cancer, let alone a bad memory.

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