
--In the texture of my skin
you leave some of yours,
giving the expression, experience
of your presence
even in your absence.
--And..
the love you leave with me
grows, as my skin grows.
You are painted on me,
as with your love my skin glows.
--You become inseparable
you always with me.
Running under my skin
You are part of me.
(15-12-2010.2:25AM)
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