Ashes Of Old Fires
What if
I'm loved less
What if
I'm not
I'm not your hero
What if
I'M LOST
Is it me
Am I boring you
My looks
My hips
My eyebrows
Is this my requiem
Ashes of old fires
Pages from letters
Sense of smell
Overwhelming
purr
Purring under my arm
At night in Cyprus
Stars staring
Skies were jealous
Glistening hopes
Yesterdays gone
What if
This is not a dream
This is my requiem
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