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5d
The taste of a ghost on my tongue
a memory in my throat
you name your taste your smell
fillingΒ my veins, stopping my heart
it's as if you never left
and this feeling
ice in my veins, fire licking
my insides
overwhelming in its newness and familiarity
I know you
I know you
Written by
Jane
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     Diya and Lure Pot
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