i found myself talking to a wall
waiting for your precious call
it never came i, i understand
you're in strange faraway land
wish you happiness with breeze
which i includes some surprises
time becomes longer that norm
i'm making up stories of all form
i can't come to or near creation
scattered thought; sparse dream
on my fingertips vanish as it came
you're missing link on this seam
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