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I Remember
I remember your arms wound around me tight,
and it hurts.
I remember your body ever so close to mine,
and ache with longing.
I remember your scent,
and sigh.
I remember your eager kisses,
and my lips begin to throb.
I remember your caressing hands,
and yearn for your touch.
I remember the evidence of your desire pressed hard against me,
and gasp.
I remember your loving gaze, 
and tears well in my eyes,
for now repulsion is all I see staring back at me,
I remember that you loved me once, 
or so I thought.
Then you stopped,
and confusion clouds my mind.
My heart is broken as I remember,
and I mourn.


by Quinn Cullen

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