No escape BY Richard Maxfield 3-27-99 In the still of the night I hear you call for me I wake to look but you I can not see memories of your sweet touch haunt my thoughts to much thoughts of you envied my day no where to hide nothing to say I close my eyes and try to rest I see your shape and nothing less I feel your lips soft on mine awake from sleep not to find a breath in deep and let a sigh and think I smell you but its a lie after I fight my way to sleep into my dreams you start to creep every hour of the day every second of the night memories of you I try to fightBirth sign: Not entered
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