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Still…

Singed by passion, frozen by carelessness
Forever tainted by the touch of your hand
Your strange dreams have touched me
Your enticing eyes still haunt me
Whispers of voices still echo inside
Delighted to see you inside my mind
Scared to have known you and what you are like
Still I can feel you in a shiver at night
Still I can see you in faded red roses
Still I can hear you in fragments of music
Still my heart beats only for you

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