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Feb 2011
The nightsky, a backdrop
painted milky white,
softened by the drifting of snow

On our backs
the roof, cold and hard
beneath us
a blanket of white covers the world

Slipping free,
falling softly into the drifts below us
as I close my eyes
you brush my lips with a kiss

I snap awake
but you're gone.
(c) Jesse Bourque

"And when I woke, it was still present in my mind
  It was some dream
  Some dream"
- Tarkio
Jesse Bourque
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