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Particle by particle this dream deteriorates,

my motionless wanting.

Send me at least one notice I implore you.

I want to know you’re still here

before I turn to silent sound.

Inside my heart is iron gold mined away

by solitude and apathetic emptiness.

Where are you?

I sent you a dear wish but you never responded not once.

Aforementioned in a letter that I am here

waiting for destination sunshine

I stand near the mailbox faithfully.

Can’t you remember?

Chalcopyrite, a fool’s gold illusion blurs your eyes.

I’m starting to believe the vision of me,

what used to be clearly defined

is now forever gone.

I want to feel remembrance in your voice

if this lowered voice of mine foments our memories shared.

Quietly awakening, little by little, my outstretched hand

is slipping away from yours.

Against us cold tears have won.

I cry.

I wanted to be remembered at least once by you…