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I write to bring you closer.
To imagine your fingers trailing the curve of my spine.
To recall how the span of your hands were exactly the width of my hips.
And how our bodies would fall into each other like words on a crossword puzzle.
I write for the raw ache in my bones when the ink seeps into paper for the bittersweet sorrow that comes from bringing you back.

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