I force a chuckle at the mention of your name,
Pretending you were merely a fleeting line in my story and not a profound chapter,
For who am I without my shield of ignorance?
I feint indifference at the mention of your name,
As though I've forgotten your soft gaze,
Your gentle touch as you stroked my hair
The way you painted smiles on my face which were so rare
And the way my hand in yours was the perfect pair,
For who am I without my shield of ignorance?
-Soulink
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