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Michelle Adams Feb 2018
I could dream a million dreams
Cuddled under expensive sheets
I could wrap myself in satin gowns
Trimmed in lace ruffled in grace
I could wear a matching mask
Pink silk soothing tired eyes

I could dream a million dreams
Bundled in a Frette luxurious set
I could float in a mound of pillows
Hand stitched with delicate patterns
I could drape a neutral chenille throw
Warm and calm over my soul

I could dream a million dreams
None of which
Would ever come back to me

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