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Mar 2014
Walking down the lane
Footsteps wouldn't hurt
Even if I hit a rock
I giggled often
But to myself
Chuckling loud enough
To earn passerby gaze
Do I even care?

As I rush down the lane
Playing safe while crossing the polls
And
At the sight of McNeil route
my gaze brighten
My steps hastened
My thoughts got clouded
..
Swiftly I thread
Along the part with caution
Bet I almost ran...
But that will wash off my face ups...

The thought of seeing my beloved
Overshadowed me...
The warmed hug I'll give
The pleasant kiss that will follow..
our lips entwined in day light dreams
Of shut eye..
Stirs me nervously..
The joy of been together
After distance made a tiny bridge
makes me feel a warm jolt

At the gate of my thought
..
With the haste I dive through the stairs..
Up and up I flip through it...
But at the door... guess what happened?

A sharp pinch gave me a twitch,
As I was awoken to day consciousness...
Oops, I then realized..
I had slept on my imaginations...
Honeydrops
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Honeydrops  27/F/Calabar
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