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As we talk, it's like we are friends
but as soon as I tell you what I feel
You suddenly close your hidden entities.
Wondered if I am being a threat.

As Time turns the day to night,
you lay by my side to feel my warmth.
The heat lingers in every pore of our skin
like two flames joined as one.

As the first ray of sun awakens you
you are not the same as last night
you became cold and silent
leaving the bed and sat with blankness

I feel alone in this brutal world
I want to be where people would not care
Where time stops when the moon awakens
when our flames will again be joined as one.

People never understood us
and neither did we.
We tend to hide it from them
but hiding smoke to let not any man now, can never be.

7/03/95
1:13 a.m.

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