I roam in a haze of a distant voice,
and lie to myself of its incoherent noise,
as I lay down on my empty bed.
The sound becomes clear and apparently near,
my heart pounds with joy as it seems to appear,
a voice so intimate and relevant to hear.
I loose my composure in a matter of seconds,
in a quest to deliver a reason to my senses,
but in vain do I hope and run after a mirage,
I have been deceived by my own stands.
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