Still

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Still

When I am on the
precipice of sleep,
you come and there’s
the feel of your
fingers running
over my eyebrows,

or touching
“your tattoo.”
Your hand
rubbing my
back.

I awake
with tears
pouring down my
face.
The pain is fresh
Still…

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