"I was sleeping the sleep of death..." - Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
Forever in Carlyle
Intense physical memory
A cold fleshy cheek and a hug with half your body
Empty, a klonk of our heads.
Love? Doubt. Loneliness.
Him calling my name.
Strain.
We have to go.
"I'll carry you in my dreams."
He alone understood. (Along with one other person.)
Why?
Love!
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