I forgot ...
The shape of your face. Your dark eyes. Your gestures. Voice.
Everything has been buried over time, with the passage of days, hours, minutes, seconds.
not want to forget your image but fate deals every day to clear a little of you How I can go against it?
Or this really have to spend?
remember when sliding the tips of my fingers outlining your face, make-up every inch without forgetting details, I could feel my fingers disintegrated along with your skin.
sounds, melody, your heart ... Silences.
Your lips ...
Your neck ...
not want you to die, take me you if necessary, want to die with our memories.
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