I can feel it, like a trickle at the chamber of my heart,
A distant, but ever familiar feeling, gently stroking the mane of my consciousness, whispering what my senses cannot bear to withstand, teaching me that there is more.
I can see you, I can feel you.
Snippets of your being, a whiff of your soul, slighting past mine.
Reminding me of your presence.
The eyes I have forgotten.
The voice I used to hear.
Remind me
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