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You came back and you brought floods, wearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mud. I guess I wasn't quite sure what to do. But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it. Said "Darling, you're the only one on Earth I want to have it." But now I'm not so sure that that was true, after the hell you put it through."But there was no sharp pain this time, just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine. An unshakeable absence, like most of my insides crawled out through my mouth and went west. But that's fine. We cast our hearts in plaster. We imagined our bodies were fashioned from stone but they chipped at the brick and the mortar. We found out that we're only laters of skin hiding bone.