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The night calls out and I am drawn
alone
memories, your voice, your smile
of silken grace, perfection
thoughts of yesterday lead to tomorrow
On wings of the night
a mist of swirling gray
night calls and I fly
everything is you and still
alone
calling out, for we are only an emotion
passion
nothing can separate our touch
complete with you, in you
a silken warmth, almost real
a taste that leaves my emotions
alone
all around things move too fast
an illusion of what I feel
only you can know my feelings
I hold the night close
hoping you will not laugh at my pain
for you
so warm inside
forever and only time
building perhaps a single word
but for now, only
alone
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