I thought
because
my body still burned
that he
was
still loving me
And now
I've come
to understand
this is
how
it's gonna be
Just
like an
Amputee
can still
feel
his limb
I'll always
have this
feeling
even though
it's not
from him
What once
brought
sweet communion
is now
just
like a scar
And I'll
always
have this
reminder of
who we
really are
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