Wearing me like a glove, she seduces me With warming hands too slippery to hold As darken skies fall and truth sheds life Like a fabric of brocade in the twilight Flirting with fantasies of transient dreams Her breath haunting and clinging to me With warming hands too slippery to hold As she unlocks the key to my heart But a voice whispers, "there is no one here Just silence and
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