I'm lost to this forever
a trace of a phantom stare
your lips of poison-ivy
leave tangent risks up in the air
the sense of wandering fingers
seek solace on my skin
I'm lost in this forever
it's a start I can begin......

We only live in seconds
and in this I must confess
your touch of pilfered yesterdays
leave me with no venial regrets
the calm of storms well weathered
the need to live again
I'm lost to this forever
there's no one left to blame.

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