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Like the ghost of a forgotten dream, drifting peacefully across the river of bleary thoughts, you make your way through the somber eyes of a defeated soldier. Like a firefly, burning through the night sky, your face flickers deceptively before my weary eyes. Like a shadow at dawn, insignificantly real, your presence is felt fleetingly before disappearing into the light of the rising sun. Like an incomplete story, craving for an end, your existence haunts the failed writer.