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These phantom hands
Desperately reaching out
For any sort of grasp
To pull me back to surface.
Take these broken bones,
Mend the cracks to make me whole.
Warm up this frozen heart,
Breathe into me a new life,
A life made of your tender love.
Memories of a distant past
Haunt my body like monsters
In the darkest corners
Of this troubled mind.

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