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When
When your pheromones have left
my blanket, but somehow the whiff of your sweat lingers on,
When all that remains is a
distant memory and I don’t miss you anymore so much,
When a faint constant pain wells
up in my being and says, “I miss, oh I miss that warmth and that which we called
love”
My heart tugs me and gives me a
hug and says, “I still love you, and always will.”
