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Lost love swirls around him, broken july dreams and dashed hopes... floating, swimming up and away as purple peace sails in to replace them.  With a gasp.  Go away now, he went away now, don't come back to haunt him to taunt him to kill him.  You can't find him, he's hiding in the clouds that you can't reach so close your eyes and breathe deep.  Or stop.  Just stop and see no more, not with those eyes so you'll stop punishing him with those eyes- end the blinking and keep them closed.  Shut them against the tears he cannot cry and those welling up inside you.  Burning the perfection of what never was inside your mind.  Welling up.  Inside.  How pretentious to let that one escape, as you allow your single teardrop to swallow him- it should never be on your face.  He can't run far enough to forget, but staying close enough to remember would kill him.  Burning teardrop doom as his escape to drown him?  You've no right to bring him to such, as he becomes you to escape you.  Escape the cold as he refuses to wear the jackets you'll never again steal from him.  Escape the heat of guilt gnawing.  Gnawing forever, because of you, because of him, unceasing.  Does he fly now, as wishes become real?  Do his dreams fly, leaving him behind?  He knows not who he is, or how he got where he is.  He wonders if there's anywhere worth going, and as he forgets himself, he forgets you.