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Jan 2013
In my dream you come to love me.
Beautiful in your winged glory,
all welcome smiles and light.

And I reach out to touch you.
Forbidden, my hands deadly
weapons to your fragile state.
Yet you do not back away.

Feeling my fingers numb
against the smooth silver
of your breast plate, I knew:
I was saved.
Tru Baker
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