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I want to whisper songs into your skin
Until melodies drip down your back like honey
The memories still flow freely
Like a cut that won't stop bleeding
Though you've been gone for years
And to ghosts I'm left pleading

When love was severed at the root
Like a limb discarded
I've since felt dull ache
Perpetually disregarded

Like phantom limb syndrome
This missing extension can be felt still
Though there's nothing there
Naught but the occasional chill
 Jan 2015 Ann Nicole
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that's what sets it
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