The memory of my skin

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My skin remembers what I’m trying to forget

She remembers every kiss of your crimson lips

She’s starving for every caress, aching at our miss behave

She’s against me now, consuming my life thru pain… Thru need

My fingertips are burning, they miss the calm of your softness

My hands are numb, demeaning every single touch of the rose

They miss you… I miss you, even tho you don’t miss me

I thought I was consuming myself from the inside out… I was right and I was wrong

The memory of my skin is hunting my dreams

It brings me back into your arms

It is killing me, gently and slowly

It is making me mad and sane with every melancholy landscape I faced.

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