Your smell stayed like a red hand print
Trying to grow in spaces that do not fit
I join you, though I am not you
Lingering in the periphery
Feeling a hard pain in the bones of my chest
Knocking like persistent woodpecker
a wick of red against gray
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Absent but for a trace
Memory working like a fragrance
Penetrating as sharpest blade
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TheFeatheredSleep – Gone – Something remains
Fine imagery