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I'll be in the twilight of your room
The owner of the sound you crave.
I'll be the one you seek with frenzied passion
Between sheets filled with your scent and fantasies.
I'll be the one who restores the air to your existence,
I'll be the one who brings back the air to your existence.
I'll be the one who listens to your moaning until you succumb,
Forgotten in the ether, your intimate centre.
I'll be life in the lonely room,
Where you go every night to the loving memory.
Your manifest, present without evocation,
The shadow and light that shudders at your touch.
I will be what I must be, a being without borders,
That does not recognise distances or barriers.