I can feel your touch,
the sweet embraces,
and the beating of your heart.
you're not reaLly there
it's simply a ghOstly imprint
haunting me while we're liVing
apart, alone, singly, separeatEly
You're back home.
schOol has me here
jUst waiting to see you again.
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