I was searching for you in my dreams again,
The face that is always unclear.
Stairs again,
Steps after step,
Around 30.
As always,
I miss you at the last spiral,
Either I wake up,
Or you vanish.
If only I could carry a candle,
And a matchstick.
How I wish dreams were kind enough,
Detailing me the floor map,
Before I sleep.
@Emily Parker
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