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Souplimation

I dreamed of you, the words  
were lost as she began to speak  
pictures touching vapors  
where a hound dog sleeps  
soft and sweet, she’s tired;  
I touched his shoe in a fever  
as he handed me a bowl of cabbage,
Written by Pishashee
Published | Edited 9th Aug 2014
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