Evocative Glow

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Tiptoe in my mind

Absence of refined

A tedious milieu

Everything brings you


When I will recall

Lines about your name

The scent of the hall

Thoughts cannot be tame


You persist, so bane

The echoes seduce

Melted in my brain

We should never cruce


Should I burn you down?

These pictures are strong

For my face be drawn

And stuck with your song


These common words pin;

"Move on and let go."

Even so, desires win;

Evocative glow

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