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I cling to my feel of you.
You keep me in the day.
My lovely Vampire.
what lives
longer
than love
is the
memory
of love
it doesn’t
die
when the
person
dies
or they
leave you
it sits
inside
you and
every morning
it wakens
as if they
had never left
graffiti of erosion 