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Post by Poetic Love on Jun 18, 2010 22:24:43 GMT -4
Last night you came to me. With our past in your hands, begging me to take a look and remind myself of what was.
I couldn’t glance because I burst to flames every time I think of you. Let alone look into your face.
Although it was a figment of my imagination it was all real to me. To dream is to live, and my dreams of you are nightmares.
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