Third Degree

Original Poetry

There is a scar just under my ribcage from where you last touched me.
It was a gentle caress, a stroke of skin on skin,
but it now burns like a flicker of flame.
Yet, ash of your short-lived undying love
falls to the ground
As gravity works its compelling lull.

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