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Sep 2014
I dreamt about you
in colour.
Our arms intertwined 'round each other's waists
A silent film;
Saw your lips move but
didn't hear the sound they made
Walking down that endless path
Filled with bushes and brambles
For us, the most beautiful place

I remember the afternoon
We made our way down
the same dirt track
And my hand founds its way into yours
Our skin dry from chlorine
I wish I'd found the courage then
to tell you I loved you
and I wanted you back
But my eyes couldn't meet your gaze
And we left it at just that

So there I lay, not wanting to wake
Because you were in my arms,
and not a thousand miles away
But dreams are sacred only because they end
Fading fast until only wisps remain
Wisps which could never replace
having you next to me
But until I see you again darling,
I'll keep dreaming
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   Joe Adomavicia
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