had it been experienced before
had it been dreamed
familiar yet out of grasp
it lingers as if once before
but uncertainly it remains
on the edge of memory
dangling from the precipice
of almost being tangible
featingly here
but etherially missing
as the distanct mist of morning
shrouds the horizon
it is there but it isnt
unexplainable
real
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