236/365: Intimate Dissociation

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I am the nostalgia queen.
One look,
and your face is relegated
to an album I look at when I am old.
I recall your features.
I trace them with inward eyes.
Every breath is my last.
It is a delicious affliction,
an intimate dissociation.
I have forgotten why I came here.

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