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Utopia

when the silence finally descends
at the dead of the night
fill me up to the brim :
with a dream made up of your voice.

I could trace your memory once again, decipher your smile,
in this soft darkness,
you shall be bright

Just softly bring me close
don’t ask why.

let me drown and drown,
till i taste the unforgiving sunlight.

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