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May 25
Your face was far more pleasing than
The dream of seeing almost surreal
So I slept away and slept away
To see you again
But for the life of me now
In this warm awkward hour afterwards
I cannot remember where I saw your face
The first time and for real

No dream was ever happenstance
Fun fact. Our minds cannot create new faces. Everyone we see, we've seen. Etc.
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