
In the dream, your hands were maps of my ruin, tracing the hidden continents of my skin. I woke to the cold void of empty sheets, lungs burning for air that isn't there. My fingers claw at the dark, trying to pull you back from the ether. The ghost of your touch still hums in my trembling nerves, a fever I can’t shake, leaving me hollowed out and wanting.


















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