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Nov 2013
he told me he had dreamt of us, of me.
he said we were sitting under a tree.
i imagined being in a beautiful place,
i had thought beauty was looking at his face.
we held hands and he said he loved me,
i asked, "do you really?"
he said, "i really do."
*i really do.
it has been so long since he told me this that i cannot believe i am just remembering it now
peachy
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