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i hold her close,
Anya,
remembering when we first,
traded them off,
your smell,
still lingers on her,
but every passing minute,
it disappears,
more and more,
your scarf,
now smells like me,
but i still warp it around my body,
letting the fabric warm me,
then my mind wanders,
to tomorrow,
and to what might happen,
i can't wait to see you,
i wonder,
what you'll think of me
will you see me as someone new
or will i still be the same old,
adorable,
beautiful,
'perfect',
loser you fell for,
so long ago?
i want to hold you,
and to never let go,
as long as you can be in my arms,
i think,
i'll be happy.