Tuesday 22 March 2011

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I walk alone in the cold of the night
reflecting the pleasures of your love for me that
soon will die

for how could you love me, an adorer who
can give so little

the smell of embers in the cold october air fills my senses,
like the fire in my heart for you

I love and need you but I know I cannot
give you what you need

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