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| The dreamer sits Waits and ponders Gossamer blues Silvers and greens Sprinkles of stars Slivers of light Nights of white satin Thoughts made of dust Drifting here and there Particles of thoughts Going no where Love lost And love found Lust dreams Gossamer blue Swirls of emotions Lust love He reaches out So warm to the Touch�.. Wake up she says Daydreaming again? Detention for you After class then. |
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