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Jul 2015
I can feel you next to me
You can’t hear what I say so I say it to myself
But I hope you think about me
There’s a love and this is what it said
There’s more to a dream than a kiss
That’s the only thing your heart could ever see

I woke to a conversation in my head
But nothing made sense
An obsession in the dark cannot see the picture
I could only hold the brush tightly as it moved
Though the beginning was lost forever
The coming light will reveal what I need to remember

Whatever stands on the far shore
Thinks the same of you
Horizons comfort though the sand sinks beneath you
Yes I can feel you next to me
But no matter how many times I say it
It will remain the same until I decide what to do
Mark Lecuona
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