Things that resonate deep in the core.
That reach the soul and curl around the heart.
Bringing ache alongside a strange relief.
It’s like becoming whole again, yet carrying a gaping hole that can never truly be filled — a hole in the shape of that something. Making one breakable and unbreakable, trembling while unshakable.
I let myself sit with it. I surrender.
And I let it leave me dazed, pensive,
staring into the sky, the wall, somewhere far beyond.
I wish I could strip myself bare,
make you feel it.
Strap a cord between us,
let the sensations in my bones
shake the foundations of your world.
Maybe you have things like that, too.
Maybe you could make me feel you in return.
Ghosted Margins 
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