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Mar 2023
I had,
a dream,
last night.
I finally got,
to see,
You.
After all this time,
You asked,
“It’s me,
don’t you,
remember?”.
And no,
I did not,
remember,
You.
Another addition to the dear you series that has no story or flow, just a mess of words and emotions.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
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