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LOV·ER: \ˈlə-vər\ noun; A person who loves something. Or in my case, everything.

Friday, December 9, 2011

late to dream

late to sleep.
late to dream.
early to rise.

memories are fresh on my mind.

a heart stolen.
a heart broken.

you, a blur. always a blur.
impossible to lay a finger.

behind my eyes,
invisible yet always there.

and then i am awake.
and you are gone.

i dare not dream again.
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