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May 2011
Close enough,
and I can't resist,
These steaming nights,
this haunting kiss...
Eerie, echos trot the room,
they speak of me,
they talk of you,
Saying things that are not true
You're always the fighter
who never plays fair
tell me you miss me
and I'll still try to care
Fallen remnant
Ghost of a man
Tell me you love me
if you find that you can.
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