Tuesday, July 13, 2004

I feel your touch;
I burn like an inferno.
I taste your kisses;
I float away on a cloud.
I look into you eyes;
I feel like I am seen.

Without your touch,
I am diminishing.
Without your lips,
I am fading into gray.
Without your eyes,
I am becoming invisible.

I know I exist.

But for you,
I wonder,
If I will ever exist again.

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