I dreamt about him,
Filming a documentary,
In an asian country
He was driving, smiling
And laughing with the locals,
With a background music he produced himself
The kind you'd hear in reels
It was so random but it felt real
In that dream I was watching,
And couldn't stop crying,
But those were happy tears
Because even though we've parted ways
I'm still rooting for him
And wish him well
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