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| Once Upon a Dream |
| On a soft summer night, your eyes sparkled in the dim light from above as you sank down beside me, sighed, and whispered words into my hair. As you told me tales of the songs you loved I heard the music, not in my ears, but in my head and it was faraway and cool, like the breeze that blew in from the street. The room spun, the others danced and laughed and no one noticed, but we had begun. So, in time we were Julius and Ethel sharing nuclear secrets lying together on my rooftop patio earning our disillusionment sharing cigarettes making love and spinning in infinity like angels, fresh from the electric chair. |
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