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Even When Gone, She Visits Me
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Love Little packets of heat hurl towards my back
They smash like meteors against the skin
And with each bursting bead from within hears a crack
While the eyes in the steam begin to stare back
Little veins of heat writhe down my chest
They jolt like currents of electricity
And with each buzzing twist - trickle down passed my wrists
Till her shape in the mist is pressed next to me
Little pools on the ground are trapped at my feet
They sit idle and look up at me
And all I can see to do is retreat
To that place where she still has a hold of me
