dishevelled

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(my spirit) — (longs), (i miss) — (a kiss), —
(it's yours), — (gone), — (fruited mind)...
(to bring)... (now), (you)... (to me)... (flew)...
(far but near), — (to reach)...—  (to touch)...
(so sweet)... (it's you)... (a smile), —
(your gaze), — (melancholy), (it seems)... —
(inside), (a bit), (the happiness)... (i sip), —
(slower), — (to guess), — (your thought)...
(my dream)... (you, came), — (dishevelled)...

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