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[unversed]

long after you've gone and i'm left at home, i close my eyes and find your scent still lingers on my fingers, on my skin. i can still taste you on my tongue, feel the yielding texture of your lips on mine, the slight rasp of your stubble on my chin.

i can still feel your breath on my neck, hear the rise and fall of your voice.

but then i open my eyes and it's gone, slipping through my fingers like the finest grains of sand, and i'm left feeling emptier than i did before.