My hands still move in ways that
Dampen your eyes and feeds your soul.
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My mouth tastes the lingering flavours
Left behind from the spices of your words.
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My ears are ringing in harmonies we made
Under the veil of silent, endless midnights.
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My nose wrinkles in painful remembrance
As it catches wisps of your memory.
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And my eyes...
Now they bleed their mournful tears.
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It is their sacrifice, binding their home in you.
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LB xo
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LB
Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.
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