There´s so much here that I don´t understand


Do you remember the way
That you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?

Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
No, I don't need them

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable





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