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Jun 2015
I dreamed of you,

laying beside me,

through the fall of the night.

Your hands,

laid around my neck,

with a soft titillate touch.

Your fragrance breathe,

filled the air,

under the covers.

What is your name?

For i didn't hear your voice,

neither did i see your face.

If you are listening to me,

through the distress call,

of my heart beat,

return to me,

In the stillness of night.
Marrion Kiprop
Written by
Marrion Kiprop  Kenya
(Kenya)   
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