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Jan 2017
I dreamt it finally
Saw it in
all its glory.
But even in dreams
There's still no hope for  you
for me.
Soft. Silken. Warm.
Intangible, without fear
Without form.
I dreamt it finally
and to an end I hoped to see
to see you
and me.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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