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Memories Of Nights
warm spring day
light breeze, almost stale
bring's your scent my way
igniting memories of nights of past
skin caressing, heart beats fast
hands of perfect, nails of scraping
like dull knives, leaving small nic and cuts in the're path
stinging pain's of passion past
(faint voice) " wake up"
no i wont, not this time
(faint voice) " wake up!"
no! what's your name?
(loud voice) " wake up!"
( soft voice) " my name is"
(scream) "WAKE UP!"
(repeating nightly cycle)
