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I dreamed I was flying

You think my soul is lovely

And my diction dazzling

what kind of friends are we

I ask, passingly

We are so good

A moment's pause

I hold my breath

In that instant you drop off to sleep

And I whisper to the dark room

The best

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antoinette-christensen

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Published: Dec 6, 2011
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