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I feel you in the darkness of my dreams
Like a phantom
Unheard and moving unseen
Whispering gently over my skin
Like the kiss of the sun
On a gentle breeze
Carrying a scent that I cannot place
But which always seems to find the memory
Of your face
From the darkest, dustiest
Corners of my mind
In the places where I try hard to hide
All these things that I dared not grasp
For fear that they might
Burn my hands –

Dilia . . .

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