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Jun 26
Woke up hearing a drizzle,
Soft touches of heaven on my window.
Each night I get closer to death,
Each dream — a reason we met.

I hold no power over the things you do;
I can only offer love, devotion, and verses too.
I yearn for you like thirst and hunger;
I still dream of a life with you, like when I was younger.
Lost Indeed
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