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Memories that like shadows
of a yesterday that won't return,
they stick deep in the chest,
like thorns of sadness.
Your hands that ran over
my reliefs with passion,
drew on my skin
a map of reason.
The soft and silent touch,
a murmur in the wind,
lost in the mist
of an unfounded love.
With tears in the soul
this longing was poured out,
I lost the taste of your lips,
your kisses in my throat.