I knew you once
your smell
the cadence of your laugh
I brushed my hand
along the inside of your arm -
how your skin was like parchment
the sound of your footsteps
was an anticipation of joy.
Gone you are,
gone now all these years.
your smell
the cadence of your laugh
I brushed my hand
along the inside of your arm -
how your skin was like parchment
the sound of your footsteps
was an anticipation of joy.
Gone you are,
gone now all these years.
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