i imagined
how it would be
the mix
of you and me
tiny fingers grasping
chubby cheek cherubim
and i'd breath in
that soft scent
that wafts
from sericeous skull
above blue eyes
serious and solemn
and smiling and wise
all at once
in that way
they do
she haunts me
that phantom
of me and you
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