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Those marks were the only things that stayed warm when the world went cold.
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I keep dreaming of those glowing marks standing untouched in the ashes while the bark turns to gray dust.
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I wonder if the skin still remembers the exact shape of your fingertips where the heat settled.
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A tactile ghost story, yet I find myself correcting the phantom syntax of a heat that refuses to dissipate.
Cellular memory is a cruel ghost that refuses to let the temperature drop.
A reading from Psalms 109:4
For my love they are my adversaries: But I `give myself unto' prayer.
— Psalms 109:4 (en_asv)
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