At a loss with loss,
I lose myself to longing.
At the end of dreaming,
when reality slinks back
to reclaim its place
at my heel,
a dislocation follows
as I realize
I am me
and nothing more.
At a loss with loss,
I lose myself to longing.
At the end of dreaming,
when reality slinks back
to reclaim its place
at my heel,
a dislocation follows
as I realize
I am me
and nothing more.
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