Come see me where I lie,
In my melancholic state.
In two is where i'm found,
Though, the other makes not a sound,
while I stand in Confidentiality.
Smiling, yet I see,
the one that also is me,
trembling in a listless form.
Silent and strong and breaking free,
Lifted on winds across the sea,
Knowing not, any boundaries.
She keeps me alive, the two are we.
Is a page made blank on purpose?
Are there clues in these lies?
Watching as she flies,
Reassurance of design.
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