Desire

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Fantasy where have you gone,

the memory is not so strong.

Of what I really thought you were,

emotions wake they start to stir.

Awaken from their stirring slumber,

feelings come out I start to wonder.

Why am I drawn to this man of my dreams,

lost in the mists of desire it seems.

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Andrea Trenary's picture

Nicely done