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Tell myself

I tell myself to forget you,

But the thought of comes like a ghost,

Like a felony ,

Like a disaster.

The happiness immeasured that we used to have

Turns inot a lucid dream,

A spiritual game.


Your absence

Is like a guitar solo,

So warm and painful.


Your presence

Was like the lights on stage,

Like a lottery ticket,

Like a holy prayer.


No one can see

How immense it was,

That feeling of unity,

Until we lost it.

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