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I recall how your hands did entwine with mine,
Your warm skin against my own did align.
The comfort and care in your gentle embrace,
Moments I clung to and long to retrace.
But now only memories of feeling remain,
Phantoms of passion that haunt me in vain.
So I treasue each instant that's faded too soon,
Keeping their joy in my heart as a boon.
Though yearning for contact I no more can know,
In fancy at least our touches still flow.