The smell of you lingers on my skin. The rush of endorphins I get from that smell, matched only by your touch.
The familiar smell washes over me. A rush of anger mixed terror floods my body as I remember your touch.
The depths of your eyes. Dark and sad. The beauty to much to stay locked behind lashes, they shine brighter then the sun.
The empty blackness in your eyes. They tell me its to late. All ounces of reality now locked behind shadows. All consuming.
You are peace and warmth and light.
You are chaos and winter and death.
Evermore 
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