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Jan 6
If there is a ghost of you
these are the edges
the cheek-turn,
the second-guesses,
the body-lean
the back I face
as I only cry this blood
wishing for your grace.
"Blood-signed, we made a pact. Yours dried, you took it back."
RMatheson
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