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My soul still steams with a burning passion
for your touch.
The memories hang like metal
feathers around my neck.
The ache that pains in the pit of my stomach
churns at the thought of you.
1 day-
24 hours
to figure out whatever pulses through your veins.
The clock will strike 12 on the first of the year,
and I wish for your lips
to be the ones I kiss.
The countdown has begun
but once that number reaches zero,
I will push past.
No matter the pain
I will push past.
You will no longer control my mind...
you will lose me forever.