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[calli_wulffe]

Lost love, a classic theme, as common as a heartbeat or a breath. Infectious, it travels the skies. Winds its way through music and poetry, art and literature. If drifts up my arms from the words, worming its way into my mind. Twining around my brain it recalls everything. The kiss, the hate, the possession, and the obsession. Twisting about

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[justsilver]

nicely written, lovely