I'm not the girl you'll think about
when you remember loves long past
Not the one you wish you held
Not the dream you want to last
I am just a soft, warm touch
across your naked skin
a sudden smile, an errant sigh
or laughter on a whim
You won't remember me at all
You'll soon forget my name
but a piece of me will be in you
an ember of a flame
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