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Jun 2017
I remember you were here.

The reminisce of your glance and the scent on my skin, I half close my eyes so i can still see your silhouette.

What was this, a dream, I think.

I awoke.

I feel what was left as it's etched into my eyes, i only need to close them and i feel your warm lips and the tips of your hair across my face.

You.... You were there.

I touch my face and your hair is no longer there, My eyes fling open and I cannot see, I close my eyes and i can no longer feel you.

What is this torment....

What was your name.
Written by
Ricky  37/M
(37/M)   
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