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you
visited me
last night
as I slumbered
alongside someone
who is not
who can never be
you
it was innocuous
as hauntings go
there were no howls
blood curdling screeches
no echoing clanks
of leaden chains
no macabre dripping
or bloodied bangs
there was just
you
stripping me bare
in the timber
of your tone
that gashes
in its absence
my very bones
you
whose deep gaze
pierces my soul
in the turning
away from me
you
whose tender touch
has torched
skin from my flesh
as it thirsts
for your hands
you
whose haunting
I want
to return
night
after night
only
you
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