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NewIvory Aug 2018
you came
for the second time
as a breath in the night
a whiff of you wafted
i sniffed it strongly
and awoke me
i lost it and the story
in between slumber and reality
and in the morning forgotten
as we do in dreams

i, in this space, longing

— The End —