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Haunted
You stalk my dreams, my fantasies
The curve of your lips, the line of your back
And yet.... I do not know you, not really
Not you, chimaera, but
The knife's edge of opportunity, desire
teases at the edges of my heart, my wrists
I wander lost in labyrinths of my soul
I do not know myself
And wake afraid.
The curve of your lips, the line of your back
And yet.... I do not know you, not really
Not you, chimaera, but
The knife's edge of opportunity, desire
teases at the edges of my heart, my wrists
I wander lost in labyrinths of my soul
I do not know myself
And wake afraid.