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Sometimes I remember the way your lips would form words as if they lulled me into a darkness between living and death.

I remember being captivated by stories I knew I'd never capture the lines to because your face became this animated mold of flesh;

of shapes and shadows-- I could never keep up with your candor-- your shifty-eyed smile.

But I did remember the way your voice conjured the very essence of me, of everything around me.



and even now, at the end of days I hear your howl hit pavement, bounce off of the air and envelope me, deliciously. As it once did long ago.