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1-28-04

2:37 am



I kiss your lips every night.

Every time I open or close my book.

Trying desperately to recall that softness as your lips met mine.

Begging my memory to flow with the taste of you.

Pleading my senses to feel you there in front of me.

Urging my brain to remember that first kiss.

But somehow it escapes me.

Like you were nothing more then a fanciful dream.

Nothing more then an over active imagination.

Oh how I wish I could remember that fate filled day.