phantom feelings are really there,
haunting and taunting,
a residue once resided, refusing
to leave, live on without form
echoing on and on,
more acute when painful
a nostalgia in limbo,
sobbing come back
a ghost, crying, make it as it was
bring back what I have lost
make me whole again though
excised, amputated and cast aside
feelings evicted, must wind down
with time, till sorrows are numbed
and pain succumbed, phsically fatigued
phantoms sometimes echoing, do fade away
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