Wordwhoring The senses of missing Posted by mentalexotica on September 5, 2013August 8, 2014 I miss you in a way that makes me forget how a thing tastes. I miss you, lover, like I have forgotten my own smell. But you like that. You like a terrifying beauty. Don’t you. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
part-broken, part-whole 
Your words, tear right through my heart.
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So you know the secret, good. I’m moved!
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