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Jan 2020
It used to be
that I would see
you inside my dreams.
My eyes were closed
and you were there
how I wanted you to be.
My eyes wide open
you were there
looking back
with love
for me.

Now the only way
to see your face
is to return to my dreams.

My eyes wide open
all I see
is what is left
of me.
Justin Phipps
Written by
Justin Phipps  Denver
(Denver)   
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     ---, Bogdan Dragos and Colm
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