He has a name. I do not. When you give
your heart, your name dissolves. It is
unlikely you will ever get it back.
There is proof I did exist, you can't
run away from "nothing". I would like
to stay un-noticed like a rain before
it falls, like the proverbial unfinished
business that keeps ghosts hovering about-
unseen, unhappy and nameless.
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