The chest, a hollow cavern,
air catching on jagged edges
where a heart used to beat in rhythm.
Now, only echoes of laughter,
ghosts of shared whispers.
Skin, suddenly too thin,
every casual touch a phantom limb,
recalling a warmth that has vanished.
The world, once vibrant, now muted,
as if seen through a rain-streaked window.
Sleep offers no solace,
dreams replay fragments of a lost...
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