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You trickle through my mind like a meandering stream. 
You infiltrate my normality and drip, drip, drip annoyingly 
into my totality like a tap in need of a washer. 

Thoughts of you tug at my nuerological pathways, 
butting in, interrupting constantly throughout the day. 
Flashes of your words perforate mine - I say what you would say. 

Yet I don't really know you - you were a glimpse, 
a spectre phantom ghost:- when I turned to look you'd gone 
and I'm plunged headlong, on free-fall into confusion. 

My mind buzzes, frenzied with manic thoughts of you. 
You are seeping, creeping like a pool of molten lava 
down the mountainous pathway that is my reality. 

I retrace my steps half-hoping that I'll find you 
but scared in case I do. Looking with semi-blinkered eyes 
into crowds of milling strangers, perhaps they're looking too 

for a glorious illusion, an escape from the mundane. 
I walk, I run through crowded streets, see shops of discontent, 
I find vendors selling fantasy, and there you are again.

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