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Nov 2014
I dreamt up your arms last night;
they could have been a thousand birds
a thousand birds for every word
you typed up in the night

In the night I see you like a
memory that never was
In the light I see you as
the One you’ll never be

In the night I want you like a
cure to a disease
In the light I want you like a
storm to a still sea

I dreamt up your kiss last night;
it could’ve lasted a thousand miles
a thousand miles for every smile
you sent out in the night
Is there such a thing as being a slave to rhymes?
Mia Barrat
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Mia Barrat
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