No jubilation could I feel, no lust, no harmony under my skin.
Foreign to me were sensual thoughts. Gone, the silent tingling of anticipation.
Nothing about her consumed me: I'd unmasked all her mystery.
Ill-favored time took hold and she slowly became nothing more than a reminder of what once was.
But she never left.
And for that, I couldn't love anyone more than her.
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