• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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Teach me to love

This collection
Of memory
has grown limbs
tangled in a lovely body
Delicate and unreal

I know what is lost
A different kind
of manifest
The one that turns inside
and trickles down the spine

I see your face
Bare boned and pale
A recollection is not a person
Flesh seeming cold
yet it warms to the touch