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The exhaustion overwhelms me.

The search, never ending.

Once, you were at my fingertips, but slipped away.

I found you in a smile, or so I thought.

My illusions tease me.

The image like waves on asphalt in summer.

Your voice whispers in the shadows, waking me from slumber.

The breeze will carry a scent of you that I pursue.

The touch, I miss the most.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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