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You live on my thoughts
when sleep comes and awakes your shortcomings, your muse is my staple diet with its waves that mirror your heart, in these soft words when you drop me a line with subliminal messages, opening the doors of our idylle you forget doubts and fears that assail your existence, your face twisted with shyness that becomes husky. On your creature comforts you release the white-hot flame of life burning inside you, Free you feel yourself coming alive again wild with joy you thrill with ardour of passion, we swap your patience for my confidence, we are different but complementary, Time that separates us from the start merges into the cupboards where we rank the past and its stories, i like to think that we are just envelopes awaiting in the same box to follow the route of our destination to fulfill our mission, our so called "destiny" tio deliver a message giving a meaning to our own existence.
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