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Of My Dreams by Kelly Bailey
Of My Dreams
by Kelly Bailey
The room is warm and faded.
I sit in silence, sometimes jaded.
A treasure held in the dark of night.
I sit to think and sometimes fight.
Molding her face, I try and try.
I sit to dream and sometimes cry.
When her night comes, do I appear?
I sit and hope, sometimes tear.
Sometimes I sit, just to be
With her in my thoughts.
Her with me.
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