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Nov 2016
She told me she was incomplete
she stared at me and cried.
We tried to fly so far away
and sink into the sky.

Nothing ever took my breathe away as much as her.
So I took every action just to see inside her world.
If I was lost I'd find a hand to blindly pull me through.
She kept this land more secret than the places that I knew.

More colors than I've ever seen some new inside of me,
Her energy surrounded us and swept me off my feet.
So now I fall upwards away from anything she was,
I asked myself if she would love me, now I know she does.

She asked herself if I was there
to free her from her dream.
It seems to be that I was sleeping now It's only me.
I ask myself again if I knew her from down inside.
An hour passed and then at last her memory had died.

I knew I was so incomplete
Alone I woke and cried.
A half forgotten memory
of a woman not alive.
This is based on a recurring dream I've had since middle school of the same woman I've never met.
Patrick Andrew Toft
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Patrick Andrew Toft  Palm Spring
(Palm Spring)   
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