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May 2013
Meet me in a dream, and sing to me as i sleep.
Wake me in the morning, to indented sheets.
Always keep the words, blurred and unpronounced.
Dangling in my head, tingling to come out.
I'm not the only one, that knows what you're about.
But I'm the only one who knows you now.
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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   victoria, bex and Lily Mae
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