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Loaded words and serpentine tongue, instinctive senses and betrayal run deep.
Unfamiliar actions belie intrinsic knowledge of a love of dancing through raindrops and lying in mist on a lonely mountain top. Ripples of sunlight on cold mountain rivers seem distant, like pictures lost forever.
Traversing treacherous memories and quicksilver thoughts, your scent still drifts skywards though you left long ago.
Maybe one day you'll know me.