I carry the traces of your love,
soft streaks, deep notches,
words that lingered
between hope and doubt.
Your desires cut like light
through the walls of my heart,
leaving behind what was once whole,
but now drenched in you.
I walk through days full of echoes,
nights filled with your voice,
as if my skin still breathes
under the weight of your presence.
Perforated,
but still standing.
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