Skin prickles, not from cold,
but a phantom touch.
A melody hums beneath the bone,
unheard by ears, only felt
as a shimmering ascent.
Ethereal emotion:
a weightless gravity,
pulling you toward a source
you cannot name, cannot see,
only sense in the hollow
of your own wanting.
It tastes like rain on dry earth,
a memory you haven't lived,
a truth whispered in a language
your tongue has...
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