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I've always wondered what it would be like
to not dream, to not think
of past or future affairs
just get on with life in itself
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I’ve never had a chance for that
always chasing past loves
the ones that didn’t mean much
to others, yet stayed with me for a while
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I’m sure they felt it too
yet external or internal circumstances
didn’t allow much involvement in this
feeling called love
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it’s a shame really that I could always visualise clearly
building a life with them just by looking at them
their faces more familiar than any home
their insignificant presence imprinted on my heart
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that now weeps after every doomed romance
happened mostly in my head
heart also involved, forgot its beat
so singular, so shallow, so shaky
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but what is a single heart for
if only for the production of waterworks
building nothing, delivering nothing
only stories worth listening to, but not living
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December 2022
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