It could have been with you

The qualia that quails of my qualm. An articulation of acknowledgement, to call out my name, was all I requested of you. Your silence and my shadow sang their sweet sentiments, and I felt the cold caress of sadness on my cheek… what curious bedfellows our spirits entertain… alchemical transmutation of sensuous strangers and forsaken folk.

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