It's time to recognize the writer that has lived inside since the time red sweaters got stuck around my head and tying shoelaces was truly a wonderous marvel.
I have seen the woman
She is soft and warm
Kisses sensual
Tender
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You ask for it
You seek it
But are you equipped to deal with it
You ask me if I feel safe
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A friend wrote to me of lost love
The Phantom she called him
Said his love was an illusion
His heart a lie
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When I stop wanting
What I know I can't have
When I stop believing
In the beautiful dream of you
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