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Sep 2013
I dreamt we kissed.

It wasn’t anything cinematic,
only that our heads were bent
in conversation,
and you pressed your lips to mine.

It was cold, the kiss.
And I felt the pressure in my sleep.

The pressure pulling us together,
the sensation of your lips on me,
and the stress when waking
that it was all a dream.
Lizabeth
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