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Monday, 24 June 2013

DREAM

Waking up to the stench of desolate,
cold tear drench ma pillow till wet.
pathos of pain, the tune of my song,
as reality hits me, like a storm so strong.
Saw you in my dreams, so real.
held you in mine like a treasure pearl.
your smile was curved like a crescent,
Your hold so tight,i could feel yo' scent.
we flew and ran arms uptight,
we walked and danced in paths so straight.
Now my bed is cold an' empty, i loathe,
i gasp for your cuddle like in a bathe.
for the journey so plain,
i close my eyes to dream again.

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