I can still taste her blood as my blood touches my lips.
I can still see her as i close my eyes as if she was standing in front of me.
I can still hear her voice in my head as if she was whispering into my ear.
I can feel her touching my skin as if she was still there,
But when i open my eyes it was as if she was never here...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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