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You're a presence through absence; you stalk his footfalls,
Then you sound him with silence that echoes the soul.
You're a song on the wind; you're the whisper in storms.
You're a soul mate, a one night, a friend, or a whore.
In the twilight of reason, the dawn of the void,
You're a shoulder, a neckline, a night unemployed.
You're a lack of breath, succubus, demon upon
Panting shadows of empty life paused, and you're gone.
Marianne or Charisse or Michelle or Corinne:
You're regret where he ends, anguish where he begins.
You're a fading, a floating, a fog in his head;
You're the eclipse of breath and light on his deathbed.
You're a presence through absence; you stalk his footfalls,
Then you sound him with silence that echoes the soul.
You're a song on the wind; you're the whisper in storms.
You're a soul mate, a one night, a friend, or a whore.