My memories built of the thought of waking is always a thorn, knowing i awake your absence.

The sound of your voices is a mystery because with every word, comes out the oceans of damned affection. your kisses not yet seen just a fickle of my imagination ignites confusion all around me.

Mesmerized by your words, drowned in the well of your voice as it leaves those lips not yet seen but visible in my private dreams and pondering emotions.

The End

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