my nightmare
And lack of paper - my nightmare
Do you remember how we met?
I don't remember even where.
And going through my empty thoughts
I noticed you in that December.
You wrote again predicted notes
That even I can not remember.
I looked at you giving the faith,
And now I surely declare:
The deepest sorrow in that face
And lack of you -
Is
My
Nightmare.
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