The Cloud

You sink into a cloud of mist,

Becoming memory

And leaving on my heart another scar

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I let you go; I wish you won’t

Remember me:

My ugly face, my ugly thoughts, the ugly way I laugh…

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I love you, though, I don’t

Deserve to love you,

And dream of you without reserve or shame

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As your way vanishes in clouds, I run

Farther, and farther –

I’m running from the hope that you would follow me