the beginning is the end is the beginning

May 26, 2006 / 10:13 p.m.

I stare at your pictures and pretend you're lying down next to me. Your face buried in my neck. Lips so close to touch I can feel their moisture and your breaths warmth. I can feel your arm draped across my stomach. I can smell your perfume like you were here with me..

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