Dreams...

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Early morning
the smell of the night's dream
was still fresh in my mind

the noti rang
it was you
the smell was gone
I couldn't tell you about my scream
We had a long conversation
Here comes the dream
And for the first time
you asked yourself
to come over it...

Seconds later,

I was on my way
to you
with so many dreams
in my mind.

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