A distant dream
The pulling tide.
The whispering light.
Your hold on me.
My sacrifice.
The shadows of grey.
The abandoned lay.
Still in the ocean of love.
Your voice so coarse.
You hold no remorse.
Your smiling eyes.
Not for me.
I stare still.
At the mirror beyond.
I stare at me.
I see a distant dream.
A distant dream.
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