Drunken promises
Hang from a rope of fantasy
Alas! Quick deaths,
They shall not haveMistakes, I have done many
A new one calls out to me...
But it's your name I hear,
The sound of a sweet sultry mistakeThe faint resistance that remains
Bleeds me hollow
I don't say a word,
For words won't move youNow I have burns,
Tender with a leery longing
That haven't felt
Your phantom touch
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A Part Of Me
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