"There’s an ache deep in my belly. Like a bruise. A reminder. And I carry it like a child. Hand over the place where it lives. The spreading purple seeping into the meat of me. Tendrils creeping out to wrap around my heart, my breath, my eyes. Until it’s all tinted with shadow and the sky disappears. And the colour of you is only a memory."
La Dolce Vita
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