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To hear you,

Where you are not…

The dawn has quietly flared —

A blush of dawn.

You’ll ask: “Where are you wandering?”

I’ll answer in return…

Here you are – seemingly close,

But you are not there…

It’s madness,

It’s a mirage.

You are not there – as if,

My heart is cut out…