By Damien Knight
Is thinking that I am slipping
What a mess my world of dreams has been
I never wanted to let things go
But I knew what I did would not be forgiven
I can’t forget your face, it hurts
I want to hear your voice so much
I know we won’t speak, I am sorry
I long so for your touch
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