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I dreamt of you last night. sight and touch and breath and sound. I dreamt of a room last night. You and I and tables and people. I dreamt I leaned in close to you your nose your cheek your lips. I dreamt that just before I kissed you you said that is as far as this is going to go. Then I left the room the tables the poeple behind me but I kept you your sight your touch your breath and though your words stung I kept their sound.
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This is another poem that would lend itself well to song-- something like early Suzanne Vega comes to mind. Beautiful and elegant.
very good...very pretty
Amen!
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dunno what to say other then...damn sounds like me every night:)
nice poem.............. I love it
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