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I see you
Right across the room
I could whisper your name
And you'd hear me

You're facing away
God please dont turn around
I couldn't stand the heat
Of you seeing me

I couldnt stand it
Your ocean colored eyes
Releasing a flood of memories
That threaten to drown me
As I hold tightly to my breath

The golden ripples of your hair
Stirring up forgotten emotions, bringing back what
I thought I had lost
Bringing back my love for you
My hatred for you
My understanding
And my regrets

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