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Your eyes close slowly Your breath becomes rapid Small moan escape your mouth A name escapes your lips One that belongs to me My breath hitches At the sound of my name Then you become distant My name is incoherent Where did you go? To far from my reach Wet streaks blanket my face You're just flesh to me A small memory I fantasize Never becoming real Cause you weren't here And you will never be
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