phantom limbs
still tingle
making it easy
to mistake
acceptance for
depression
dewy drops of
tangible sorrows
where naught
but scars remain
phantom limbs
still tingle
making it easy
to mistake
acceptance for
depression
dewy drops of
tangible sorrows
where naught
but scars remain
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Loving the aura and vibe of this poem!
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