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Sep 2021
There isn't a place under the clear sky
To look for your presence from your absence
So my inward gaze turned towards itself
The sight and the seer became one finally
l talk with myself in hopes of reaching you
Come as a flood and l will flow besides you
You created me ex nihilo to show yourself
And yet I'm still waiting to see you oneday
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