Moments linger, in my skin. Your soft touches, the nervous giggles, i remember them all.
The warmth of your skin, the smoothness of your breaths, all are here.
You make me nervous, once again.
The brisk kiss, in the middle of the road, the tiny peck.
Our dreams, immortal they will be.
So why the shivers, old friend? What are you afraid of?
Is it the pain, the pain of the thousand needles piercing your soul?
A savage urge for salvation, for freedom?
End is always an option, a choice it has been, for everyone, for generations.
Otherwise you have the key.
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