With snippets
From old
Papers
With visions
Of appendages
Dangling - veins
And parchment
Skin.
Call to me
At night in
Pictures
I refuse to
Purge.
Cancer me
With scents
With the feel
Of the edges
Of body;
Mine once,
That cries
On the other
End.
I failed you,
Not a man,
To hold you.
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