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Dec 2014
It's weird. Right when I'm on the verge of falling asleep,
when I can hear what is happening around me, but
I am also starting to dream, I swear I feel your face close to mine.

I can picture it, your lips softly press against mine,
with your arms wrapped around me
I can the warmth of your body
and the tips of your fingers slightly, ever so softly touch my arm.
The feeling, so real. I have chills taking over me.

For a split second, I am peaceful, full of complete bliss.
Nothing can ruin this moment I'm in.
Until, I open my eyes a little and find you are gone.
Rhean
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   Tannor Fortin
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