I Loved Her

November 24, 2013
I danced on the breath of her silhouette. Perhaps a bit like I had been shot in the leg, but there was little I had in grace to give. I loved the breathless hums that radiated from her silver tongue. I loved the faint scent of incense that would linger with me whenever we brushed paths. I loved that she kept a piece of paper in her pocket with all the prime numbers up to 2027.

I loved her.

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