A Melancholy of Things Unknown
There it is
Lingering in all my fears
A melancholy of things unknown
I feel it ever so close
Dancing on the brim of reality
So close but never far enough
Nestled deep In my thoughts
Whispering softly it calls my name
We both dance gracefully
Our paths never intersecting
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