Looping

Looping.

Your sound, your face, your smells, your smile, your broken tooth, your snoring, your kisses, your breath, your car, your friends, your hobby. Anything about you, looping in and out to my nerve system.

I can't let go of you, at least the memories.

Matter or not for you, you were part of me, and now i find my self half wounded.

Empty, big giant hole of nothingness.

DASP

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