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I dreamed of you in a long time
But when I woke up
My cheeks were soaking wet
And I realized I’ve been crying
But I know that
Even if the moon glows brightly
The stars littered across the night sky
I am nothing compared to it
Even if the sun comes out in the day
Shining through the city
I am nothing more
But a faded memory
A speck of dust
In the wind
A fragment you can’t recall
The lingering feeling you have forgotten
A lost soul in time
And I will always be nothing more
But a faded memory
To you.
Just a faded memory.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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