How I feel when I don't see you or hear your voice. Just a whisper in the air. With the words lift behind me. But the most of all . Is the trust that you are real. You are not my manger. But in my heart is real. It is like a fortune cookie. You don't know what inside. Are my gifts that I recover from the storm. Wonder should let go, that it not mine to keep. I try to reach you from the clouds. By fog in my eyes behind me. Now I wonder are you real or is my imagination.
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