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Apr 8
Through crowded restaurants,
Deep swimming pools,
Empty schools.
Through Underground tunnels,
Open fields,
Quiet shopping centers,
Houses I've never seen before.

Sometimes I even believe it's real for a moment,
But I don't wake up disappointed.
Because the next time I see you I get to say:
β€œHey, I had a dream about you last night.”
And that's all that matters.
Erika Gibson
Written by
Erika Gibson  16/F
   Elisha David
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