You are a dream burned under my skin.
Your outline, dancing, seared behind my eyelids.
I'm waiting for the sands of time to scrub the pain of these vivid memories from my mind.
Touching, touching, touching.
Fire is in my chest right where I've inked it.
I'm burning in these chains of memory
Trapped in the time we had
Fighting through the muddy present
But all I have left is that ghost of you
Your phantom caress burned into my skin
A glowing outline, breathing, branded into my eyelids.
I'm laying in the desert of time waiting for a sandstorm to blast this pain away.
Please, make me forget.
That happiness is the mother of misery.
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