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I, Who Never Arrived (poetic inspiration)

Three steps ahead
is how I’ve lived.
The one you lost and never found
Combing the ground, the skies, for a trace of

Me, the one you have been Missing
all along. I dance on the edge of dreams:
A flicker of what just might have been beauty,
Just out of reach.

There is no love
compared to that which you can only
Imagine, if you will chance
the heartbreak

And the notion that
I, who never arrived
have been just three steps ahead
all this time.

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