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671 · May 2010
Too close
Ehm May 2010
I do not want to be yours.
Let me be.
Leave my skin
  my stormy thoughts
  my chilled and fearful heart.

Let your imprint fade away
The taste of honeyed lips..
Rich amber colored eyes
  looking into the very depths of me.

Oh, release me..

Let me forget, please (please)
Let us fade beyond vague memory,
that souls being no wiser
  can breathe this everyday air
  cleansed of heady perfume.

Do not steal my life
  the color of my paints
  the soul of a melody
  the joy in moment when I am not with you.
Do not persist.
Let me be.
Leave my skin.
I do not want to be yours.

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