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When your wings are covering all my dirty shadows,
I got your smells like everything what you leave on my pillow.
Cold comes to my whitening fingers and you still smiling on me…
I feel my pulsing muscles slow down.
My eyes are searching for your face, but I can only feel you.
I feel you coming closer to me. I feel your breath.
I hear your song, which is moving like a snake into my head.
Everything is full of you.
But you are not here.
I can`t touch you…
I see just blurry light circling around me.
You are nowhere.
I was here.
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