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Mar 2011
Can you feel the electricity between our hands?
Daring them to touch
To give in
It's a challenge
Its a question of sin
Almost like a test
I have nothing to lose
I don't even have you
I can feel the churning of your mind
Ideas being analyzed
Inspiration squeezed dry
Imagine if we touched,
Danced,
Loved,
The sparks that could fly
Our dreams would never die,
But you left
You walked away
Leaving me with a smile
At what could have been,
Still on my face
Hana Gabrielle
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