The haunts come and remain, drawing me into the dreamlike realm of a love story that used to make me touchable. Counting up to sixty day by day, I sense the divide between us settling as a state of permanence. But somewhere between my lingering reservations and surfacing questions, I struck a match and lit up the last wooden track from me to you.

 

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