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Her cold skin

A touch away

This sense of loss

Forever stays ...

Freed from the flesh she wore,

Her body still remains

Lying there beside me

In our bed each day

The beauty she possesses

Fills my growing need

To keep her here forever,

To feed my misery

Her voice can be heard throughout

Our home and in my mind

Speaking of the love we had

Until the day she had died

Hope soon to join her

For now, her flesh I desire

The smell of rot delightful,

Indulging deep inside her

So pale, almost ghostly,

She glows in the night

Invoking all the passion in hopes

She will come alive ...