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Feb 2017
The silence is deep and it creeps on my lips
The crisp cold of your breath rips me to shreds
I dance with your pain and play with your ideas
We imagine a future, one thats hard to see in a mirror
As we close our eyes and pray for the torture to subside
I cant help but to remember why this all worth while

You leave me breathless
My love, this torture is killing me. I want to give up, but when you look at me in that way you do, you leave me breathless.
MikeyP
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MikeyP  Ghost Town
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