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Sep 2010
The taste of
licorice
and citron *****
haunts
every dream I have

and I can still smell
your perfume
on my shoulder.

A phantom
follows me -
your hand on my side
warm lips on my cheek
the string of cool metal
tied around my finger -

I don’t know
how to be
alone
without you.
Written by
Julia Burden
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