Cass

There’s a kind of beauty in grief we don’t name,

Maybe because, when it hits, it never comes tame.

To grieve someone means we loved them deep -

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I still feel your touch,

oil slick on my skin.

Your breath-mildew,

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You left fingerprints in places

skin was never meant to bruise.

I wear them like a second flesh-

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