Trusting My Senses

February 4, 2009
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Your voice trails off behind me
I don't want to hear you
Your face is a distant memory
I don't want to see you
Your loving kiss lingers in the past
I don't want to taste you
Your pungent aroma hangs around me
I don't want to smell you
Like a deadly grasp reaching out to touch me
I don't want to feel you

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Xx_Lina_Xx said...
Mar. 3, 2012 at 9:20 pm
This Is Really Good : ) Keep Writing !
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