When strangers lips started to resemble the outlined curve of your smile.
And it was realized that Cafuné was wrongly thought to be exclusive all this while.
The white cloth did expose the raw nerves to light that brightened a wounded memory.
The strength in knowing the weakness of your loss was setting me free.
and from then , The loss of a bad habit, was like being placed back into a womb with the much needed right attachment.
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