March [Pt. 3]

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you. on these cold evenings.
your thought does not leave me.

you are on my mind like 
my favourite song on repeat.
 
your smile is stamped on my mind
like love letter's seal.

soft symphonies sound and you lay
ethereal inside of my brain.

your voice echoes through my heart
whilst the blood around my body is
fuelled by your warmth and laughter.

i fear that i have given my all to you,
yet i'm afraid
you can not do
the same for me.

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