Distance

I feel I’m not exactly same

Without the daily dose of lame

I’ve been a bit extremely keen

To relive every scene that’s been

I wake up searching for your face

and that’s when life hits like a mace

Hold still, let me take a picture

but my mental lens need a new structure

Worry not, for there isn’t space

Big enough to fit another self

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