By Damien Knight
Aniya, I am ever seeking
Her grace a dream I hold.
Lady I beg embrace me.
I feel so very cold.
Every night I sleep
There you are.
I wake alone & weep.
You exist in stars
But not reality.
Increasingly alone
Drowning in this sea.
Who is my own?
Aniya set me free.
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