Why is it that the intensity of the memory of you is so vivid that i feel you never gone? (...and i enrage myself with the thoughts of you being with another...)
How ,in the name of all that is sacred, do i tell myself that i let you slip through my stupid, clumsy fingers?
I dreampt of you again tonight and this has been delightfull painfull...
Damn you, woman, for this curse you cast upon me!
Queen of colours?
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