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Night. A living death. In my chest and In my head. Unconcious, I lay in wake. Sifting through my dreams Until you arrive.   I don't know you. We have yet to meet.
Mist lingers on the tree tops Afraid to let go Light rays dance through the air Leaving patches of sun behind Squeals of laughter burst through The early morning chill
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