23 April 2017

The more of them I meet,
The more I lose grip on who you are.
Will you ever exist?
Have you already existed?
They all look like you from a far,but,
No one can steal Me away, the way you do.
Man of my dreams and life,
I have yet to meet,
AGAIN?

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