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Aug 2015
A faded memory of your silhouette,
every time I close my eyes
I bite my lips & pretend it's you
my skin screams your name

Intangible presence,
your ghost haunts my days, my nights

I remember the first time I saw you
still feel the fire that was egnitedΒ Β 
the burning passion made me come alive
but now
nobody's been able to touch me,
that fire burns them to ashes
Joliejoliesara
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Joliejoliesara
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