I don't want to brush my teeth
Because the taste of you will fade
I don't want to wash my clothes
Because the smell of you will fade
I don't want to keep my eyes open
Because the image of you will fade
I don't want to listen to music
Because the sound of your voice will fade
I won't want my skin to touch anything
Because the feeling of you will fade
Everything will fade
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Red Rose's Poems
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