She's here again, smelling of pink petals of so many kinds that drift down from the trees like mist.
Haunting me like she does, she always did, through the graves that I walk.
She follows with crushing sounds of leaves in my wake.
"You don't want me..." Her voice is detatched. "Leave me."
I shiver as she rushes past my bare shoulders.
"You never wanted me."
Never wanted your smile your smell your breath your gentle...
Breath that's now snaking, dripping down my skin,
Like a bottle chilled wine pouring, that's how cool and wet you are.
I think I'll just bottle you back up, maybe drink you one day.
If I'm ever lonely, thirsty for that pain again.
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