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17th April, 10h3

Of all the tormenting pictures in my head, the image of your body, your blood draining from your limbs, your face, collecting in your cavities, still brings me to my knees. Blood, rose-red peeping from your lips, ears, nose, umbilical cord, from between your legs. I am stained with this imprint of your physicality Blood curdling cries race through me, a sound stream of desperation. I ache for a tangible trace of you.