Blurred vision

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I have found what I was looking for
But it's out of my grip somehow
I've seen it before
Yet again it is a foul

My hesitancy has overwhelmed
The urge to search for what I intend to compel
I feel I see I hear
It's warm it's beautiful it's enchanting to the ear

What is right in front of me I cannot take
I've been patient I'll wait until the silence breaks
I'll gaze and ponder
Until my heart has escaped

No matter what it takes for this deep void to be leveled up with the ground by the use of the soft sprinkles of your sand mound
That I so desperately crave and need
No matter the heartache, it'll be worth the tears that I bleed

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