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I am an Amputee
who feels the phantom of her Severed Self your body in our bed feels so real sometimes my mind itches along the edges where you should be I turn and you Disappear my body Burns where we were One your hands are not there to cool it the Trauma is too great my heart has Stopped only you can resuscitate it but I am not like the Others who have only their Phantoms forever incomplete in my shattered heart there is Hope this Severing is not forever soon I will be Whole again my heart will Beat my body burn with a different Heat no Ghost in my bed but the living breathing soul that is part of Me and makes me Complete
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