I went to you,
You went asleep,
I called you a thousand times,
You did not speak,
After you there was no one to see,
There was no one to feel,
There was no one to listen,
Thy visions,
Thy sensations,
Thy voices...
Of mines
I suppose you could listen.
You could see,
You could feel,
But can't express thy tidal waves in response.
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