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The Gift and the Curse

What I thought I had lost,

a love that would never return,

now fulfills distant dreams-

an unanticipated ecstasy.


But while caught in the midst of it,

how is it that I still think of you?

The one who got so close but still so far away,

the one who buried me deep,

with a voice on repeat,

I can’t seem to make that voice,

or those words, go away.


How is it that ‘I keep coming back

to your shores’?

How is it that I keep hoping for more

when I know nothing

will ever come of this?


Does the music ever provide the answers

Or does it only tell us what we wish to hear?

◄ in your city

The Arrival ►


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