#3 Poemspiration

I lost myself in the whirlwind of meeting you. During the dark nights with our feet in the sand and the sound of crushing waves surrounding us. I dissolved in your enchanting stories and you different view on life. I lost myself in the anonymousness of people coming and going. Our ever changing alternative reality. Our sweet escape and search for meaning. I lost myself on the island of hopes and dreams, but I found you.

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