The light flickers and I struggle to keep the flame.
I can feel your spirit despite your space.
I discern that you remember me frequently.
You strenuously look the other way.
Why such loathing or senselessness concerning me.
Is it me? Or is it who I am? No explanation?
All I did was reveal passion to your sightless vision.
I behold your countenance. You are isolated and unresponsive.
You wander apart from your flame.
I persevere in my search for you but to no avail.
You pretend to reside buried away from me.
I will never cut-off my approaching embrace to you...
as I remain searching for you.
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