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I was too young, And too naive When she went to her evergoing sleep I couldn't believe That she wasn't free Or at anywhere But beneath somewhere That I couldn't visit— Until I too couldn't feel, touch or see... She was always beside me... It must be foul— I now can see her face Hear her voice Only in dreams unforeseen— I wish I could tell I wish I could learn When she would visit me in my sleep So I could try to hold her hand More firmly Or look at her More closely So I could wait a little more patiently Or maybe a hint a vanishingly faint clue That she hasn't sunk into eternity yet And she will find me anew I wish I knew... To find solace— just a few Until our next phantom rendezvous Is it true? The death's descend— Was it really for you?   Leave Come back for me And wait for another june
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Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
Phantom rendezvous
I was too young, And too naive When she went to her evergoing sleep I couldn't believe That she wasn't free Or at anywhere But beneath somewhere That I couldn't visit— Until I too couldn't feel, touch or see... She was always beside me... It must be foul— I now can see her face Hear her voice Only in dreams unforeseen— I wish I could tell I wish I could learn When she would visit me in my sleep So I could try to hold her hand More firmly Or look at her More closely So I could wait a little more patiently Or maybe a hint a vanishingly faint clue That she hasn't sunk into eternity yet And she will find me anew I wish I knew... To find solace— just a few Until our next phantom rendezvous Is it true? The death's descend— Was it really for you?   Leave Come back for me And wait for another june
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23/M/Türkiye
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
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