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Feb 2011
Gas to my brain, your faces image,
an embrace I've been longing for,
eyes glued to my door,
where You will never walk through,
Im familiar with a dream of you.

Your hands caress my memories,
Your lips supress my deepest hope,
and with this distance, I must cope.
your voice paints my cheeks so red,
But this love is only in my head.

My ears are friends with forget.
You whisper your love from so far away,
because we know it's wrong to stay,
Waiting is our current game,
And on my tongue, is your beautiful name.
Tiffany Bourlet
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