Thursday, 7 May 2015


Vanished without a trace
Yet I find you everywhere

Sometimes I see you smile
Upon other strange faces

You walk along with me
As an unknown passerby

You serve me all I ever eat
From other hands that feed

Wrap me the blanket asleep
Breeze my hair you sweep

Everyone tells you don't exist
It's only that I'm hallucinating

But to me you are all there is
Existence is only my tolerance

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