There is an absence which resembles presence, a loss which is less than loss should be, because though absent from my arms my heart is full of you. Your scent lingers, and I keep your soiled knickers under my pillow to remind me as I play . You are my Lode Star, yours as I never thought to be for any but am for you my twin compasses other half.
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