Your name

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Drunken promises
Hang from a rope of fantasy
Alas! Quick deaths,
They shall not have

Mistakes, I have done many
A new one calls out to me...
But it's your name I hear,
The sound of a sweet sultry mistake

The faint resistance that remains
Bleeds me hollow
I don't say a word,
For words won't move you

Now I have burns,
Tender with a leery longing
That haven't felt
Your phantom touch

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