Lunatic

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I run my hand across your translucent cheek

And I stay quiet in case you happen to speak

But I know too well, as I hold you 

There are no means to control you

As soon as you came you have faded

Along with your fragrance

Everything my mind has created

Tired of the scraps of your affection

Stuck in this lapse of misdirection

Perhaps it's all my sentence

I'm living with ghosts from the past

I won't let go of their ash

I can't create them again

Can't bring you back from the dead

Remember to save a day for two

So I can fade away with you

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