your breath took mine away
you`ll leave and then I`ll miss you
but I`m glad you can`t stay
Your eyes they' re always dreaming
your mind is far away
and life has lost it`s meaning
as night gives way to day
as dawn suprises lovers
as love surprises men
as breath under the covers
I`m gone I don`t know when.
(An old poem of mine that I`m very fond of)












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