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I think she's getting nearer.
Just the other night I saw her so much clearer Almost in full sight. I saw her reach towards me Stretching out one hand As if wanting to be free From that other land. It seemed that I was seeing her As if through frosted glass. I reached out for her there But my hand just wouldn't pass Through that temporal aberration, Just not quite complete the touch, Breach that dimensional separation We both seem to loathe so much. Maybe she's a shade. Just a beautiful ghost. Has my own mind made The girl I need the most? I don't care if she is illusion Created from my empty being. I'll stay with my delusion, Know I'll go on seeing Until certainly one day The barrier will fall And we can truly say That we have it all. I see her every evening Just at the edge of sight Neither one of us for leaving Until both have said goodnight Vote for this poem
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