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Desires, wants, longings, all to be tucked away neatly in an envelope, the envelope tucked away in a book, the book tucked away on a high shelf that’s out of reach, all in favor of trying to forget the contents. Let the dust fall; thicken as time passes, covering the remains of what was to be hidden. The eye no longer sees, yet the heart still yearns.

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