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May 2014
You scent
Is now the only thing
That sleeps with me
Beneath the sheets

I can't wake up
You linger within my dreams
Which have learned to lie
Too well

Beneath my eyelids
My mind busily paints a fantasy
That is much more vivid and pleasant
Than the world where I know you're gone

Maybe I'll just keep my eyes shut...
Celeste
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Celeste
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   Megan and Traveler
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