It aches, it does
This see-through woe
Unable to retrace
This mark it aches
Your breath will soothe
I ache for you
Caress my skin
By whispering
Healing nothings
Sweet antidotes
I know it’s not
I know it’s false
But make it go
This see-through woe

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Artwork by Graciëlle Uda

Thank you, Graciëlle, for propelling my little poem into a gorgeous piece of art!!