As a soft breeze touches my face it calls to me Your memory Haunting The way it only can Whispering and taunting Me, it wraps it's icy fingers Around a heart which once was broken But now has healed but also Strengethen. The blood you let And the idell posion That pumped through me I remember As it calls to me. Your memory Still stings And fools me like a phatom limb. It calls to me and I listen with respect encased inside the bubble the hurt cannot leak out. It calls to me And I remember you Only briefly.Birth sign: Gemini
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