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Apr 2021
And I dreamed I met you at an airport,
History stretching between us,
And you were teasing and coy,
Like you knew who I was,
But it was our first meeting.
Maybe we met like that in the next life, or the past.
Maybe this was always meant to be,
But in the dream I was so sure I would wake up next to you,
I don't know what this means for me
Slightly Lovely
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Slightly Lovely  18/F/A small town in WA
(18/F/A small town in WA)   
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