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In a trance,
Lips wet and waiting.
Your always the one to leave.

Its cold,
You said.
My blood is cold.

Shivering in the sun,
You light me.

I hold me.
Breathing heavy.

The match is burning me,
As you remember things.

Sensual smiles,
Bleeding old thoughts.

I left.
And your still cold.
Our lips never stopped inviting warmth.

Im seeing you again.

Heavy bleeding,

Il remind you how to love again.

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