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| Another Cover You speak to me through your silence. Your touch has weakened Through my tears. Your heart is so still and cold. No memories are left behind to kill this pain. Your heart of gold Converted to stone. For not being in mind, Just thrown in the mist of time. You don�t recognize the suffering of the dreaded cold touch of yours. Your eyes as dark as the night, Mine so blue as the ocean waves, My heart so warm to your touch. My touch to you is colder than the winter rain. Your body may lay beside me through the night, But another covers your love. And I�m left to feel the rain. And you will leave me to drown in this dithyrambic desire that you can�t feel. You will grow with love, But mine will die in shame. By Deborah Rose Tellor |
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