I still love you
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Dreams that taste like memories, My tonuge twists in my mouth. I feel your hand caress my cheek. You catch a falling tear and wipe it, gently, away. But your kiss is sterile, empty bland.
what once used to be so endearing, no longer makes my heart beat unevenly. you no longer make my tongue heavy with words I can't express, now I am the silver tongue I have always known myself to be.