I can see you when
I sleep,
I can see you in
My dreams,
I can see us in
This chaotic world
Of fire; walking
Along the flames
Unbothered,
The more I see
You with my third
Eye the more
The grounds
Soften,
I want your presence often,
I need your presents so
These flames can be forgotten
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