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Why do you always haunt me in the dark?

In the early hours of the morning

Like a dream in reverse 

I begin to remember 

All the little details 

Your body screams

Your breath creates ripples across my skin

But rarely a word 

From your lips 

I clutch your soul between my hands 

Pressing it to my face

Inhale

Yearning for a trace of scent 

Intoxicated by the mysteries of your mind

Thrilled by a new pain

But nothing to reach my nostrils 

And I am left to wonder