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2010
Sometimes it burns,
this longing in my soul.
Even when I don't see you,
you seem to have control.
Pulling at my being,
and digging at my heart.
A semisweet catastrophy,
that's made to fall apart.
Licking me like icecream,
melting away my persona.
Imprinting upon my body,
a modern-day Verona.
Sometimes it burns me,
your memory in my soul.
Even when I don't see you,
you always have control.
