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Your portrait
is slowly fading
From my hand’s memory
Its contours softened
By tissues and love
Smudged, foggy
Darkened and smoky
Cool and distant 

But ever present
Essential remnants
Burn my soul
Never to stifle
Magnetic flames
Coupling too close
To ashes left
Vestiges concealing scars
Unwittingly, unwontedly,
Unwaveringly permanent