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pulseI can feel you in the slow hum of plasma sliding through my veins.pulse
I can hear you in my own voice, in the white noise of my pulse.
I can smell you on my clothes. I can taste you even now.
This distance and this space of time has left me nothing more than a shade.
But all this diction and depiction of affection through computer screens by smiles and explanations of our dreams shall
have to float me until that one day when you can come my way again.
by ~haloeater
living out of doorsI recall the way contentment would tease my senses - the smell of cherry from a wood-burning stove, the curious feeling of a captured newt sliding over my palms in a flash of orange.living out of doors
I can almost taste the freshly fallen snow (with a hint of wool) as from my mittened fingertips, and hear the faint echo of icicles crashing down from tree branches.
I had thought your absence made more of an impact than all of my memories.
As these reminiscings come, my mouth curls back from my teeth and I know I have been wrong all this time.
by ~haloeater
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