I miss the corsage pinned under your skin;
the whelps of our love;
love buried beneath tissues.
would my eyes be able to meet yours lover?
I've dreamt it, awake and panting, asleep and drifting.
I've been reaching toward technology
aching to but it's never enough.
I owe you more.
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