It lives while it dies

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I close my eyes

as you touch my face

feel me 

who i am

 what i have to say

cannot be said 

don't look at me

for you cannot see what i feel but you

you can feel

what i feel

if you trust what i say

and look me not through my eyes

but through this

feeling

I bury it until next time

when you call me to let you in

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