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Vestiges of your face, your smile. Those words seem to vanish like the smoke of the last ciggarette you shared with me, with no doubt.
But the scent. Your body making mine scream. Your smell. Your kiss. And of course, the long night talks that allways lead us to a sealing kiss.
So free that we could fly and laugh and be. Be!
It´s not gone. Nothing´s gone. I still feel you right next to me. I still feel alone. It´s not your fault. My tears are not your fault. Don´t cry.
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