the memory of the sun just won't go away -
no matter how many times i recalled it
all last spring, the fact remains it was perfection.
no one in my life brings excitement,
but i am at equilibrium, and do i really want
someone to bring me happiness but tears?
no one moves me but you.
now the memory of your touch sustains my belief
that someday somewhere i will find relief
in the touch of another, hopefully before i am forced
into the park inside my head,
searching for your replacement.
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