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In between sleep
I stopped chasing but I’ve never felt so ahead.
I’m a lover letter away but I stopped writing.
I’m scared to think you‘ll be back when you leave.
The cold breeze that circles the body is knocking.
It wakes my inner thoughts and I wait for a feeling.
I remember the long nights lying besides you.
Knowing that this is the last of it.
I have no more to write. No more to explain.
But I remember the chase to hold on.
