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𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹

today,
I realised I've forgotten how your voice sounded,
how it made me smile.
last week,
I forgot how you smelled,
how it brought me comfort.
last month,
I didn't know how your touch felt how it gave me butterflies.
I'm slowly forgetting the small details about you.
but there is one thing that will never be erased. the beautiful lies that came out from those perfectly shaped lips of yours.