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Dreams

D R E A M I N G
eyes closed
D R E A M I N G
deep sleep
D R E A M I N G
of
you.
Your scent.
Your eyes.
Your skin.
Your lies.
D R E A M I N G
of
Your hand in mine,
It fills the emptiness that followed
When
You
Left
Me
b e h i n d.
You fade
a w a y,
While telling your favorite lie,
“I love you.”

A W A K E




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