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[calgabriel]

My tired fingers caress the shell of what was once there
Rough as sandpaper, tearing up my hands
The grooves and edges send feeling up my dead nerves
A feeling so old it feels new again
I keep coming back, mourning how gone you are.

A new soul, lost by the hands of Mother Nature
I close my eyes and run my hands against your cold carcass
You were gone too early
The reminder of you wakes memories like an earthquake
Things I don’t even know, are awakened by your phantom presence

You feel freezer-burnt, an odd sensation
I feel the guilt washing over me again, same as a bloody wave
I can’t face you anymore, I can’t stomach it
I hurl, my insides weakened by the same feeling I bet you felt
It wasn’t fair what happened to you.