I feel you, still, when I'm asleep, 
Whispering in my ear.
Yet there's no sound, no peep, 
But I know it's you my dear.
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            I would be the last person you'd ever consider.
Lying to myself is all that's accomplished.
Over and over, I try to render; 
Ventilating is now demolished.
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