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Sitting in my boudoir I sit in silence And still I can feel your touch I can still feel your fingertips gently moving pressed against my Silhouette As if they have mind of their own Still I see your eyes Looking down upon me With such tranquility I’ve never experienced before Till now I never realized we were sitting in silence Nothing said from our lips But through the comfort of each others solace So much was said Not noticing the music we played came to an end We sat in silence Still without you near I can feel your chest rise and fall Still I hear you breath Alone now Lying in stillness And silence deep in thought Still I count every day Still I account every hour Still I count every minute of every second Till next The moment we may share More time More stillness To be wrapped in each other Silent and still
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Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
Still/Silence
Sitting in my boudoir I sit in silence And still I can feel your touch I can still feel your fingertips gently moving pressed against my Silhouette As if they have mind of their own Still I see your eyes Looking down upon me With such tranquility I’ve never experienced before Till now I never realized we were sitting in silence Nothing said from our lips But through the comfort of each others solace So much was said Not noticing the music we played came to an end We sat in silence Still without you near I can feel your chest rise and fall Still I hear you breath Alone now Lying in stillness And silence deep in thought Still I count every day Still I account every hour Still I count every minute of every second Till next The moment we may share More time More stillness To be wrapped in each other Silent and still
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Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
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