I saw myself in this dream, having an access with you.
You're the plain image, I possibly knew.
You shown it to me, it tortured me.
You were smiling, carrying a bag.
Riled with emotions , I tried to seek your attention.
But this fleeting matter was abudant of happiness, again to be with you.
The longing stands at those ends, I saw you.
I talked to you, with the thing that only connected us.
You responded like a machine, that plain image I possibly knew.
I can only dream the thing I knew about you, and continue dreaming to the future you.
//slapped
That morning, my father came with an idea, of somehow giving an acknowledgement.
I was embarrassed, then I knew Im guilty of loving you still.
I cant still forget about you, I wanted to know if this thread connects a generous fate.
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