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Mar 2015 · 415
Yearn.
Morphinae Mar 2015
I really ******* miss her.
Every single neuron on my brain
Wishes to hear her voice again
But, not in just any single way;
Only in the way she used to be
It’s no longer a mystery for me,
More like a revelation it seems,
That I cannot control longer the will
Of having her being in between my arms.
And I want to feel again her charms
Burning fiercely through my eyes
One day I may take the bull by its horns
And I’ll understand, that she’s forever gone.
And maybe, if life is good enough
I’ll be permitted to forget her voice
Her feel, or her look,
Like someone who saw his friend´s death.

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