Dialogue of The Soul.

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I crouched quietly inside.

Away from prying eyes.

She thought I wasn't there.

I came as a surprise.

I knew about desire.

I listened to her life,

And every single day,

That passed and went away.

There's nothing here, nothing to say.

There's nothing here, nothing to say.

She thought I didn't know.

Of love nor of sorrow.

I was just a soul.

With nowhere else to go.

But we had met before.

She was my window, I her door.

A long long time ago.

The past of our tomorrow.

Take hold of your cosmic, control.

Take hold of your cosmic, control.

Before I was ever there.

I was stardust in her stare.

And we had never dared.

To hope without despair.

We fell upon our knees.

Life was music in our ears.

Even the smallest breeze.

Sensations in a sneeze.

We fell down from up above.

And floated from below.

We thought that this was love.

We thought we'd always know.

But we had met before.

She was my window, I her door.

A long long time ago.

The past of our tomorrow.

Evelyn McNamara. 18/7/2010 @ 8:04pm.

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