My Angel, My Demon
Missing you seems to be something I do,
Yet I’ve never seen you,
Never touched or felt you,
Yet…
Always I feel your arms around me,
Your lips are pure silk raining down,
You are never here,
Yet you are never gone,
Always by my side,
My Angel, My Demon.
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