i dreamt about you,
making fun of all
my choices,...
of my aging point
of view,...
i dreamt so many
times,
my soul caught fire,
and i weakened
the sense of persistence,
the desire to go further
than the doubt,
further than the tears i lost,....
i woke up,
being told to carry
on,
by an unknown voice,
of an unknown destiny,....
i now think,
you never left all along
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