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Dream

Dream, 

You are a heartbreaker

Far away and unreachable

I'm on my knee

Begging universe's mercy

But still, crestfallen puncturing me.


Dream,

I'm still craving you like an addiction

Letting the feeling scatter

Every inch of you is my desire

Even in your absence, even if it took forever

I still crave your presence


Dream,

I still see you float up high through my hopeless pray

Glide all along my way

Some of it dissolve at dawn

Under the dark's timelessness

what I call chaos: undigested mass

of crude, confused, and scumbled elements of me


Dream,

You and your advent, my sweet magic-maker

My days are getting shorter 

Time, well come, you unwelcoming devil which is no friend of mine

Hyphenate what still may come in time 

For you i strive for;

If i have to collide, then i'll collide 

To make my inner peace glows in the light fills the whole sky


Dream,

I slowly dying

Mind trying

Hurry, come find me


-vic 


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