Teach me, teach me now,
How
To reject the thoughts of you,
Piercing my core,
With every word I sing,
Tonight.
Graze me, graze me not
With your eyes;
But lightly glaze
Me with your kiss;
Would it feel like velvet,
Or shall it burn?
This haunt,
So beautiful, it taunts;
I am torn,
Was sure you were gone,
From my soul,
But I was wrong.
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