Crashing down upon me.
Covering my head, my heart, my soul, my mind.
A craving like no other,
Traces the markings you made upon my skin,
A memory caressing the places that longs for remembrance.
A trail of fire burns in memory of the ghost of your touch,
While your spirit haunts my mind,
And I hope that the same goes for you from me.
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