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Dreamer

I close my soft gray eyes.
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Into that deep abyss
Where only dreams
Can touch me.
I smile
Into that peaceful eerie black.
Breathing even
I conjure
A dream.
He meets me there
Striding up to me
On his strong legs.
He bows
His messy beach blond hair
Falling over his ice blue eyes.
He smiles at me.
“My little Dreamer,”
He says
Softly kissing my forehead
And I F

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L back
Into that black abyss.
Now I sit there
And cry
Until I come back
To reality.





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