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Nov 2015
Your fingers strum
swiftly
upon my heart
A melody so lovely
Do you bring
Enchanted am I
Trapped in your spell
A dance
Unending
A puppet on invisible strings
Abused and misused
Yet yearning
For a cold touch
on a bruised body
Swirls of crimson
Glisten
Upon the floor
Visual echoes
From all the dances before.
Dying Embers
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Dying Embers  In my mind
(In my mind)   
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   Chris
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