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Reality

Your long brown curls fall down your back like the mermaids who fill little girls’ dreams
Your blue eyes glow like the clear, unpolluted waters of the past
Your grasp pulls me away from reality, despite my desire for a grasp on reality

I couldn’t imagine being gone from your arms,
Until you ripped me from them forever





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