to Marc Almond,
ever adored
May be one day I will forget
A sudden sense Your voice has caused,
Rending my soul, reviving yet,
Catching my thoughts, making them lost…
Yet may be I'll forget all this,
Or start to think it was a dream
Until one day this killing bliss
Again would blind me with its beam.
Reminding every single word,
Ejecting them from tricking mind,
Thumping my ears with tearing chords,
Hushing my heart with glisten glide…
Even if I forget a bit
Obeying narrow-minded crew –
No one will disallow to split
Each mem'ry into "them" and "You".
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