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Updated on January 21, 2011

I am trapped in this figment of your imagination of time

Locked up within this estranged delusion

Filled with bits and pieces and frames of my past

Eagerly holding that precious memory inside my mind

But it’s just a stream of random scenery that can’t be grasped nor possessed

But in the deepest corner of my heart it slumbers

Giving me that feeling  

Like the first time I ever felt that sense of infatuation

Holding a woman’s breast and feeling her warmth for the first time

It’s like tiny volts of electricity crawling beneath my intellect

Down to the deepest corner of my heart

Waking up that deep-seated memory from slumber and taking me away again

From my conscious state to that bizarre place that made feel whole again.

And I desire that I would never had to leave

Just lying here in the comforting arms of your embrace

I will rest all my weariness and just fade away with you


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