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In my dreams

A bittersweet mirage

tempting my cold heart

my thoughts are swirling in circles

but not reward if I cross start.


Shadows of what was

or what could have been

still rolling dices

trying to cover the unseen.


Whispers of the past

are drawing me in

tangles of memories

touching my chilled skin.


Cravings, so hard to neglect

sleeping to survive

just want to close my eyes

because in my dreams, you are still alive.

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