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I dream of you, reaching out, a connection lost to time, red wings draped in regret, a figure turned to sand slipping through my fingers, a ghost in everything I touch, in games left unfinished, scattered pieces and tipped scales.
I dream of you, reaching out, have I left my mark as you’ve left yours on my heart, in my memories, our secret locked away.
I dream of you, reaching out, knowing my thoughts, my dreams, of kind eyes that guide me, a gentle reassurance in my mind telling me I have found him and that he dreams of me.