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Mar 2015
Last night
I had a very
Familiar dream

It has been
Quite some time
Since the last

The touch of your skin
The spark of your kiss
The honey in your eyes
The pitch of your laugh

The sweetness in your smile
The gentle touch of your fingers
The slight sarcasm in your tone
The texture of your hair

When I wake up
I instinctively feel sad
Because the last time I
Dreamt this way
You were not mine
In any way

But as I wipe
The tired from my eyes
It suddenly washes over me
Every morning I realize

You are mine
I am yours
In this moment
Dreams can come true
Written by
Layla Emory Holt  F/USA
(F/USA)   
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   Aggie W and Chris
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