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Lost

his voice is heard in my dreams,
he says I can be free.
I cannot understand why he says this,
I am shackled by my very fears.
his touch lingers,
no matter how many lives we go through.
I feel like  am a part of him,
I can smell his scent.
I know him and yet I have not met him before.
He is a part of me,
I can see him when I close my eyes.
I can smell him while I sleep,
longing to feel his touch once again.
Written by XXbloodroseXX (Blackwolf)
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