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Jul 2012
I cupped my hands
To drink from my River of Dreams
The water was sweet,
It stained my tongue
And cleansed my tear-stained cheeks
My dreams took flight
At the first swallow -
That is when I first saw you.
Unsure and hesitant, I was -
Until I tasted your kiss
The River I drank from so long ago
So here I sit,
Intoxicated
For you are my sweetest dreams,
Come true.
Christy Pavoncello
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Christy Pavoncello
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