Thursday, October 15, 2015

stolen dream

all I can remember is the way you held my hand

the warmth you left on my fingertips

the smile you left on my face

and thumping heart



thank you, who over you are,
for appearing on my dreams
make it a good ones
hope we can meet again, stranger

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