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OXFORD, ENGLAND - 2013
A sigh of relief and a sigh of despair,
intertwined, both leave my lips and hope
to never come back as one.
Steeped in spirals, meaningful thoughts
and mindful words rise up,
As a simple understanding of one's only one
is dusted and done.
Me nil. You one. You won.
A wake in a dream, as I dream awake,
of an awakening yet to come.
Fearing the worst have you lived your life,
to watch it all come undone.
Hopelessly grasping fleeting memories of
a vapid conversation and some.
Fleeing away are the days of the past,
that made it hard to see the sun.
Me nil. You one. You won.