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Nov 2020
when you smile;
when you hold my hand;
when you kiss my lips.

i can look into your eyes and see
a meadow of white and yellow,
us running towards an eternity together.

i look into those same eyes and also
see the reality that dreaming of daisies
is just that:

a dream.

z.m.
i wish i could stay with you d. duke
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