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When the sun rises, I think of you.
When it sets, I hope you make me breathless, my death as your crime.
Would they seize your lips as your murder weapon?
My friends tell me; I shouldn't, that you're not worth the trouble
Everywhere you go, chaos follows. Your eyes twinkling with mischief, smile wide with secrets buried at the edges.
But why do I still hear your laughter in my head, why do I feel your warmth?
The memories of you wrapped around me like a well loved blanket.
The sun sets.
I hope your ghost haven't ascended.
I hope you stay with me.
And kill me in my sleep.