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The Dream

I had a dream about you, blowing in on a wind of change.
You crashed into turmoil, my routine game.
Perfectly awkward, beautifully odd. You kissed me once, and then you were lost.
But that kiss was so long, and ended so sweet, you gave me a note that read "call me".
Grief overwhelmed, understanding elusive. I grew sick to my pit, the outcome was gruesome.
But I woke up smiling, I knew you were near, Until I searched for your number, and it wasn't here.
Written by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
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