I have to confess, beloved one, for zillion times again. You see, I keep forgetting the things I see or hear about. This is the body's way of communicating in great clarity, body's way of cleansing itself from past dregs. So bear with me, elegant one, if I forget the things you tell me because this forgetting is a sacred walk in the woods. This forgetting is remembering you. It is remembering your sweetness, remembering the thousand oceans in your eyes.
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