when i close my eyes, occasionally, i can smell your scent. so close i can feel you right next to me. like the wind, i cant see it, but i can feel it. so gentle, so warm, so kind. to see is to believe, to wake is to face reality. when these eyes meet with the first light of day, the wind eventually stops blowing.
because you were you, and i was i.
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