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Thursday, June 12, 2008

For a Foolish Lover

Last night, I dreamed it was your face

Only, we were in another place

And in your hand, held warmly there

Was another’s grasp; another’s care.

You spoke to me; I looked at you

As usual, not knowing what to do

How did I meet you in my dreams

Only to find this bizarre scene?

You kissed her, then you walked away

There was nothing left to say

Your spirit spoke it loud and clear:

“Do not try to find me here.”

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