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by Evi Nov 20, 2025 category : Life, society / about society
I had a dream of you again You held my hand through places I could feel your grip strengthen Every time we passed big faces. I made a wish as we walked That maybe I could live without you. But every thought I made you stopped If I don't live for you, then who? As you guided me To build a house and a hotel I fantasized being free Outside of this hell. At the prison I asked Would you follow me inside? At your denial, your face flushed I finally found a place to hide. And you threw onto me Money shaped paper It looked at me in panic. But I still chose to flee Ripped my hand out of yours, and my wounds, I licked.