Gaze.

Fade into night, a slow somber sleep.

A cool tender breeze against my skin.

Face to face, only we see no one.

I gaze, but my gaze is not met.

It’s here again, I can feel it, but I can not accept it anymore.

So now I stay, never to know what would become of this state of grace.

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