memories fade through the eloquence of your hands.

i can feel you breathing through me; i can feel you leaning into me; i can feel you love me; i can feel you embrace me...

Things are said; things are done.
I wish for you to read of my tears;
and the times that have passed.
The things that have awakened my soul
for it's true beckoning.

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