To my dearest grandfather, because you were, now I am.
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The one who sees me
The one who reads me
The one who lets me go
My constant
Viciously looping the infinite
Purposely serving the living
In the idea of you
In similarity, in familiarity
Those who dream
Will dwell in love and grief
Poking the pain
Then rocking it back to sleep
We borrow ideas
From past and future
To live what is not ours
A rent due on happy places
The burden of a fair existence
The truth and the lack of
The reform of values
And an unstained heart
I who sees me
I who saves me
I who lets me live
Purposely living in someone’s dream
FrequencyForty 