- Haruki Murakami
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Your thirsting need for recognition
the desperate race to some form of sanity to keep
you anchored and collected at nightfall
It was as if you were floating out at sea
and I was the only light you saw
You knew that you would get to shore one day
You needed validation
Someone to render temporal help
and so you moved from anchor to
anchor seeking precisely that
I am no anchor
I need to be saved
So where are you
and your pretty words
screaming out for attention
like a helpless seal
under the watchful eyes of its predator
So where are you
and your promises
to never leave
to stay
Where are you
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