" I roam the streets, silent and still,
I look for You, in each and everything.
I have come a long way from myself,so away,
so long, that I,myself have become a memory.
And so i seek Your gaze, to See myself,
But what am i ? without Your touch ?
How distant You are, yet How close Iam,
this place holds a fortune, for my lost self. "

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