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Which Way Did She Go?

I awoke and asked a simple question to the empty room around me.
Where did I disappear to,
and why was I reformed at dawn?
Mentally, I’m still in the trenches,
trying to trace myself after all this time.
I lost my lover to the sea,
and I can see her, smiling back through reckless waves that wait for my body to return,
right after the setting of the sun.

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