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Sep 2016
The crowd cheers at you
as you play slowly in a beat
and now i hear
the faint sound of tortured memory.
Do you know what it is?

Memories I have created
stronger than reality itself
leaving me breathless, soundless -
so refreshingly alive.

As your voice shimmers in rays of light
filling these ears of mine
clasping my heart;
tearing to a thousand pieces.

Torturing me evermore
as my head spins down memories
I feel but never felt.
This music so haunting and so enchanting
makes me weep with such divine joy.
How can someone have such a voice?

Take me decades away from now
**** me softly
make my heart stop a beat
make me want to weep,
eat myself inside out
so beautiful; so engulfing.
Lorna Lornelia
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Lorna Lornelia
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