Your a memory with no past
Your a dream with no sleep
Your a whisper with no words
And that's a worthy keep.
You are all of this
Of pure unexplained moments of bliss
Of sounds that don't exist
It's that moment I don't want to miss.
Words out of formation that come true
The melding of dark moods and murky thoughts
Is a comfort that intrudes.

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