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When I’m drawn to the memories
It takes me to the resting place
You showed the love surrounded
A missed feeling of emptiness bound
You may be delighted to see me
I was scared to think of you
You extend yourself to bond
But all I want is to run from you
I walk through your gardens
The blooms tell me of your presence
I couldn’t enjoy the beauty
I was tangled in my own feelings
One day I may come to you
Keep the fairy tales to amuse me
You breed buds in the desert
Maybe I am blind to see the existence
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