Distant Memory

I remember the gypsy sounds of your footsteps in the woods. The elegant pressure of your breath against my skin. The flashes of blue and green in your eyes that sparked passion within me. The whimsical laughter we shared whilst clinging to each other.

Now it seems so distant, much like you are. In a fanciful dream that I continue to lie to myself about.

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