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Feb 2015
Eyes are closed,
Mind is at peace,
Hair is hanging loosely,
Covering my cheek.

Dreaming sweet dreams,
Not wanting to wake up,
Believing in such things,
That were just made up.

Once again,
Day breaks through,
Eyes begin to open,
And light shines through
Rochelle Bourque
Written by
Rochelle Bourque  Canada
(Canada)   
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