am stilll me, but I am not the same.
Before the imprints on the carpet could collect dust,
new crop cirlces were made.
I have to learn to fade, memory as a breeze on your cheek,
can chill you, or bring you comfort.
My love is fire, it dances, gives light, it is awe itself to see.
it was always you, only you, it will never be the same.........
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