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TreadingWater  Aug 2016
reverie
TreadingWater Aug 2016
i can't. even. remember.
thelasttime i could
re<mem<<ber
my dreams
¥et
waking 》this morning
{so certain} you had been
here.
i swear i could taste you
on^ my^ lips^
it was how. you. looked.
at. me.
& wh((is((pered that you
had-never-been
kissed
like _ that _ before
andiheldyouthere
& had | your | mouth;
~even ~though
i had. to. wake.
Dear God
it-was-the-most de _ li _cio us
sleep
i've
#known

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