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The thought of you;
is a lightning strike to the heart.
It burns;
like liquid still would do.
It smothers;
vacuums out my my air.
Your name is enough;
to crush me into paper.
If that is only from mere thoughts;
I fear if we should speak.
It could be enough to kill;
for now I am so weak.
Why do you still have this power;
called my remote control?
I know we're through and done;
and I have let you go.
But still this feeling remains
is a lightning strike to the heart.
It burns;
like liquid still would do.
It smothers;
vacuums out my my air.
Your name is enough;
to crush me into paper.
If that is only from mere thoughts;
I fear if we should speak.
It could be enough to kill;
for now I am so weak.
Why do you still have this power;
called my remote control?
I know we're through and done;
and I have let you go.
But still this feeling remains
Published 1st Aug 2012
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