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Lying on my bed
Inhaling her scent
Never willing to move
When I close my eyes
I imagine she's beside me
My pillow tranforms into
Into her smooth cheek
I stroke it
And take another breath
I turn around and realize
that dreams and images
they will never suffice
I take another breath
I pick up the phone
gathering courage
to give her a call
I see her earring
I picture her wearing it
earrings with models of roses
I take a closer look
and realize there are no thorns
I pick up the phone again
And press the ten digits
that will enchant this moment
I hear the first tone
And take another breath
I hear the second tone
"Is this her number?"
the third tone echoes
I lose count of tones
as I am trying to predict
... no answer
I lay down on my bed
I inhale her scent
And repeat it all again.
Inhaling her scent
Never willing to move
When I close my eyes
I imagine she's beside me
My pillow tranforms into
Into her smooth cheek
I stroke it
And take another breath
I turn around and realize
that dreams and images
they will never suffice
I take another breath
I pick up the phone
gathering courage
to give her a call
I see her earring
I picture her wearing it
earrings with models of roses
I take a closer look
and realize there are no thorns
I pick up the phone again
And press the ten digits
that will enchant this moment
I hear the first tone
And take another breath
I hear the second tone
"Is this her number?"
the third tone echoes
I lose count of tones
as I am trying to predict
... no answer
I lay down on my bed
I inhale her scent
And repeat it all again.
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