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Dream


I see his eyes while I dream

They are before me darker and deeper than any seas

I dream of him;

His smile

His laugh

His gentle touch.

Through the days, I miss him

And at night, I dream of him

I remember how things used to be, as I dream of him

I remember how gently his words could flow out

The way he always touched my heart

But most of all,

I just dream.

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