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In my dreams, I see her every day.
Every time I reach for her, She fades away. I chase her, To catch her, To never part. She slips through my fingers, She murders my heart. Then the sun rises, The moon is no more. There she lies sleeping, My heart works once more. I kiss her lips, I find its not her. I Crumple the picture, Oh how I wish it was her... |
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Nice poem man...and welcome to the PCW-zone,,,,lol
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welcome....
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this is so hot...love it
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graci :)
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