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Apr 2014
I found myself begging to fall further
into this reoccurring dream and in it,
our secret love affair.
Days last too long and nights too short.

Echoes of your voice swim through
me like the sun through linen;
Your kiss answering questions
I hadn't dare mention.

The anticipation I feel waiting
for our dreaming meet,
I suppose is the same that a match would,
when it finds itself longing to be lit.

Come to me sweet vision, I plea.
Tonight or any...
Strike yourself against me-
through my crowded mind.
Let's catch fire again.
SG Rose
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SG Rose  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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