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Nov 2017
If only she knew how she haunts my dreams/an apparition of beauty words could never speak/her voice calls as sweetly as her lips taste/or so I imagine/It's hard to fathom ever being deeper infatuated/I close my eyes to hold her visage even longer/but in the morning she'll be gone/carried away with the sun, her name, strangely now tastes bitter on my tongue/I wish I could find the right words to bring you to life/ channel the poets of former lives/read your mind to find the perfect way to make you stay/you consume my every thought/and yet, sometimes, I think you barely know my name...
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