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You walked through this room, I can see
Where the carpet reaches for your feet Your heartbeat is all around me I'm breathing you in so deep The air is warm from your bodyheat You were in this room, I can feel Your arms around me as I sit in your chair Your perfume fills the air Your laughter rings from the walls so real I taste the wine you left, my lips touching your glass As if we were kissing Oh, I want to be that wine and travel through you fast Kiss your heart and caressing with my warm stream all of you Inside out, stop on the way to heal Any wounds or illness, too In this way I would feel Even closer to you You left this room, I know It will never be the same It will be filled with your soul The air will smell of you and retain Your spirit, your passion Part of you will be in its atmosphere Give me dreams and inspiration This room says" You were here". Copyright Sydney Krivenko GISC. no. 2052924 2006
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