the gentle caress of fingertips,
the dreamy embrace of a soft whisper,
the lulling satisfaction of a hearty sigh,
heavenly laughter that fills us to the brim
and threatens to spill over.
a hazy silence gradually becomes suffocating.
a cold smile doesn't quite reach the eyes,
a body’s soft outline that no longer feels real…
are these things truly mine?
or are they merely a rental
of something that belongs to another?
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