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Dec 2021
Heard a familiar song,
As sleep beckoned once more
Only to close the door
At the the crossing
Where I find you,

Drifted away to sleep...

As it fell upon me,
I heard your voice so clearly,
Looked at your face,
But there isn't a trace
To be found,
Familiar sound,
Something isn't clear.
Something doesn't compute.

A new day beckons,
Rise up,
Live it.

A sound in the crowd,
A face takes hold,
Merely a figment
Of my daydreams and worst dreams,
Come back to this life.

I could hold your hand,
If only I could find it,
Finding you lost,
On the Verge
Of something new...
Listening to:
Written by
Jen  40/F/A Dream
(40/F/A Dream)   
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