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Jan 2015
Traded in my dreams for
A house and garden
So you could sit at my table and
Dine with me,
Beloved.

Before,
I was just a guest
Lost in your house.

Now
You and I
Can sit face to face
And see each other
Through the veil
Of searching and dreams,
For the very first time.
Don't know what I'm really trying to say here. But it somehow makes sense to me.
Mara W Kayh
Written by
Mara W Kayh  F/British Columbia via Iran
(F/British Columbia via Iran)   
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     Mike Essig, Austin Boston, ---, --- and nivek
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