Sanctuary [Poetry]

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And when I'm lost,
I hope I'll be able to remember you—
a distant memory,
blurry,
shady
full of things
I envy today.

When I'm lost,
how I wish I can come back to the start—
of the old me,
smiles so plenty,
laughs so many,
full of stars
I am devoid as of now.

When I'm lost
how I hope I can see the light—
of my eyes
like an old surprise,
window skies
not living blind
in a world where I am.

Dark.

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2Sept2019