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Dec 2024
I spent a day without you,
And now I feel like a ******.
My eyes can't focus, and my hands are sweaty.
I'm hearing voices, but they don't belong to you.
I see shapes, but none take your form.

Maybe I need some time off
To remember how to see.
You are the flame, I am the moth,
Yet in my dreams, there is only you and me.
ForI
Lost Indeed
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