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Mon vide, you are a sailor, sea-swallowed and sea-spat. Your days on ship are spent with memories of your feet in the sand, and the nights on land forget to cradle you like the sea.
Under its blaze, when the sun is as of use as its sunlight, with desparation, you want it to guide you somewhere beyond. Poor sun, when it beckons you deeper, further, all you want is for it to shine on your beloved.
There is only disdain for you here. Under the sun, you will never be satisfied.
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I am tired of seeing you in my dreams. I don't want to walk through this memory with the ghost of you again. To see you smile, to see us back underneath the summer sun, is agony. To recall my name, from broken pitches of your last remembered voice, is agony. With that said, again I will wait for you in my dreams tonight.
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