…….unfinished

The longing I have for him led me into your arms. You had accents of him, maybe it was in your touch or the formation of your words. You were a caricature of him, a resemblance that lacked the substance that brings me alight. Now as shadow of shame appears whenever you sing my praises, a deceit that my heart almost acknowledged as true

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