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Nov 2014
And I start to reminisce
each moment slowly
I shut my eyes,
remembering your smile
I shut my ears,
remembering your voice
Why must I weep
over a ghost that
fails to haunt me?
Is it the part of me that believes
that what I dream is possible?
Come back into my loving arms
and whisper to me my name
I don't think you know
who I truly am, but
only until we meet
*again.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Cyrille Octaviano
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Cyrille Octaviano
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