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[thecalm]

It was short, intense, bittersweet.

A brief spell. Momentary madness.

Now just a memory, like butterflies caught on resin.

Precious now, when dead and hardened.

Longing is but a dull, throbbing pain. A long, extended wail.

And it ends on that note.

Just like all affairs should.

And always do.