Running a marathon
With my mind and my brain
We reach a space
With beads for eyes
All white, all white
I stared at the wide
Blue black range
We Followed,
that strange smell.
Flurrying
Flowing
Flipping
We frayed
Denying a departure.
It stayed with us.
From the day of my birth
till it numbered my corpse.
unfolding
unfurling
we rose
with a new hope
to find her
Not making a mistake this while
we started the search from ourselves this time.
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