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Nov 2010
They ran
through Reality's old middle school.
It was night,
and the full moon
made Dream's hair glow.
As they ran away
from the shadow
Reality could not identify,
they sang,
and only Dream would remember the words.
Finally they stopped running,
and Reality
with her dark eyes
looked upon Dream
with her pale eyes
and knew that
she loved her.
So Reality began to cry,
and Dream could only
watch
as Reality
woke
up.
Cain Arkay Lazarus
Written by
Cain Arkay Lazarus  29/Genderqueer/California
(29/Genderqueer/California)   
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