a little fragment that i'm not going to finish if i'm honestly.
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i can smell you faintly on my bed sheets . . .
and it's driving me crazy,
all this midnight musing about me and you when really its four a.m. forlorn hope that i can't seem to shake.
you're the winter air outside my window that i'm hiding from but also the bundle of blankets i seek refuge in.
i remember you too vividly but believe me when i say i wish i could forget you.
