Haunted by her, even when she's in front of me.
Is she a thought, reality, or a bit of both?
She's the world that blankets me when I sleep,
the warm lids that cup my eyes when I dream.
She's the restless wind whose whispers caress my ear,
and the breath of air that rejects me when I suffocate.
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