Wednesday, August 6
Ten.
Still, it is love. The smell of your clothes in my mind has faded, the taste of your lips in my mouth has faded, the exact feel of my head on your shoulder has faded. But the feeling remains. Three months later, the feeling remains. Yellow.
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