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The bittersweet symphony of our dying love
You left the room, the house, the street,
Smoothly and quickly suppressing any insecurities
Confusion came about a little later
Your puzzled mind turned to mine
The tone of your voice,
the shivering noise around each word,
Calling me from distance, pleading for answers.
Light as a breeze circling in my hair,
The peculiar feeling rises in my stomach
Pictures of our love, my remaining appetite
To bring the past into the presence,
wouldn’t it be nice.
