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Still Alive

You are sleeping in my heart on a feathered bed

With your eyes closed and seeing with mine

With your silent heart beating with mine

With your soft breath, breathing with mine

Hand in hand

Eyes in eyes

Lips on lips

You totally sink in me

This world cannot recognize you

But you are still alive in me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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