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Sep 2016
You say we're not meant to be,
But how can that be possible,
When my most vivid dreams
Are of you?
And I don't even need
A sleeping pill
To make it happen,
But every other night,
I'm lucky to see even a blur
With three tablets in my stomach.
Angela Moreno
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Angela Moreno
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