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to wonder
have I
with only my sight
to remember
the place
I began
with a wish
cast to darkness
and the taste
of your name
robbed me of sleep
swept as a sigh
to somewhere
in space
not far from your rest
clinging to whispers
saved not for one
tis there
I am home
moored by a star
flanked by the memory
of where I become
a voice
awake in your dream

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