my heart flutters for you,
more as you are a dream,
or reality,
or still a stranger,
or a question to unseen realities,
may i look,
my face in your words,
somewhere,
written on wall of,
sands,
in the desert of fate,
or footprints,
mine that lead to,
search of my desire,
or my famous despairs.
born with ill-fated,
person of me,
mingled to strive for,
my viability,
righteous to live,
on audle hopes.
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