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Nov 2016
I think.. I think I dreamt about you.
Or maybe its a memory...
just a remnant of your face
your silhouette before me
its dark and cool but temperate
and shadows dance upon your face
while my head plays that familiar
song repeatedly.
CastorPolydeuces
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CastorPolydeuces  Montana
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