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Feb 2016
She rode into my dreams
On the coattails of comets
Danced with constellations
And juggled planets
She was everything I could want
But reality called at 4:30 in the morning
She wasn't mine
Shackled to ideas that's she's fat
Ugly in every sense
But she had beauty
In the way she carried a smile
With gashes bleeding on her back
She had purpose in her walk
With cast-iron boulders bolted to her ankles
She was the epitome of perfection
Bundle in sweat clothes
Afraid everyone would stare at her ***
Because it shaked a whistle from across the room
She was everything
Any man could hope for
But she was a cab away
A ferry too far
A plane ride too long
She was unreachable
But maybe my heart will stop soon
And take a deeper look
At all the possibilities
That she could be mine
Maybe by then
Every fiber in my body
Will realize
Some dreams just never come true
No matter how many stars
You wish upon
On the early hours of the evening
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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