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by amyleigh   Dec 24, 2005


The passion unleased and it failed
misunderstandings hold your hands
no freedom from the fear
living in the haunted horror
feeling my heart beat and it slows
calm yet so un-nerving
wanting to know and never asking
the taste left from the night
fading away as the days pass
you imprint along my thigh
draws me back to you once again
the undecided questions
burn my throat
and i am left here
as you remain there

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