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A love that clings beyond death.
Category: Writing and Poetry
In the dim corridors of my heart, necrophilia became a word for that impossible devotion we offer to what can no longer return our touch — a longing wrapped in silence, like kissing the dust on a forgotten monument. I loved your absence the way mourners love cold marble, tracing every contour of what once lived, worshiping the echo rather than the form. It was never about the body, only the ghos... » Continue Reading