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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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