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May 23, 2004
Every time you look at me, I wonder if you see what we used to be. Do you still feel my nails raking your back, do you taste my lips, do you smell my skin? I wonder if you remember little details, if you remember all the things you used to do for me, to me – or all the things I used to do for you, to you. I wonder because I see bits of something in your eyes. I'll be sitting there, smoking a cigarette. I glance -- and I catch the briefest glimpse of...lust?

It makes me giggle.