How romantic can a sadist be.

My mind leaves my contented slumbering body to wander through the room you so recently left; I mingle joyfully with the memories of the room which remembers where you sat and the path you walked; each of your gestures tantalise our memories. The room baths my mind with its memory of your smile and it’s refection of beauty you left on every mirrored surface Now my mind returns to slumber with me, a beautiful mind filled with you.

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