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Of the starving bodies
that seek your touches
Of the spaces that abode emptiness
And those missed calls
you never returned

Tales of littering tins
scattered on mother's face
The scars— the shadows
That toss us back to you

The longing to wake up from this nightmare
The tears and pains accompanied by memories
They're all that are left of you—
they're all we have left of you

All we have!