20 · illusion

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I sometimes think
How beautiful we were when we were in love.
Desirable and selfless
But now that our paths have changed.
I sometimes dance in the dark, tracing your figure from my silhouette, staying in a dazzling illusion of you doing the same.

― v // poeticmask

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