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Standing amidst the crowd,
I’m lost
and I need you to save me.
You hold my hand and take me home.
‘It’s yours, not mine’, I cry.
‘None the difference, now that you are mine.’
Only lost then, now betrayed,
not knowing where, I run.
The footsteps grow close behind,
and all I see is a car on the road.
Waking up from deep sleep,
I flutter my eyelids to see.
There she is, the love of my life,
looking down at me.
I cry endless seas
while she holds my hand,
kisses me , all is well.
I lift my gaze to look outside.
There he is, standing in the lobby,
tears in his eyes tell a different story.
My eyes say "that wasn’t me",
his reply "neither was I".
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