melody pours into
auras lacking, and I find
you behind yesterdays….
alive still are your lips
quivering for me
and far are memories
mist filled and traced
distanced between earth and sun...
I tempt time to roll back by
and I come close as
close as I can get,
to get some of you
back to keep me thriving
through my veins
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