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I actually dreamt of him last night.
I tossed and turned in my bed,
i cried and begged him to come to my dreams . . .
Maybe he heard me, or maybe the dream
was created subconsciously by me -
I remembered him with me in a small room,
I remembered crying and telling him i knew he's not dead.
I said i always knew he's not dead,
he held my hands, and our hands traced those dissecting scars,
very long deep scars, but they were all healed.
He said he missed me . . .
That was it, all that i remembered.
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