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The lights of the city whisper,
Breaking the flow of thoughts,
Longing for what was,
Hoping for him.
He became them,
Not one but always more,
What once was,
Is now not-a-thing
Too much dreams to pause,
Make her stuck in this moment.
Undestroyable hope for life,
Uncaptured dreams to fulfill,
Love leads to life,
Life leads to death…

Sherlock & The Gypsy