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My seance
Returning to you,
Was poking a corpse.
I should of known - for some reason
I did not.
I spent my time unwisely
I thought I could séance the feelings once inside me.
But my lips are not the same
As when we last kissed
They graze, uncouthly
The roughness of a skin
A giant body bag
You are a hot air balloon filled
the emptiness of petty words
As unimportant as a person to the world.
Nothing can bring love back
