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A bitter wind passed my shoulder just now
Its chill stings as it rolls across my skin,
Washing away the last remnants of your warm touch
How long ago was that?
That you reminded me a touch could speak volumes?
Told me, in that one touch, that I was worth the moon and stars combined
Yet as that warmth fades, I doubt
I lower my worth to much less than the moon
Much less than a single star
Do you feel me when I'm not there?
Does the wind make an enemy of you as well?
Robbing you of that last remaining piece of me
I wander into the night alone
Left alone with my doubt and my dream
wondering
am I enough
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There's something strange,
There's something wrong.
I see a change -
It's like when love dies.
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