Jan 13, 2019

3-18-18...

In a dream you came to me,
unworried of my past sins,
speaking to me as a friend.
Dressed simply, as a teacher.
White top, black bottoms,
tied back hair framing your face.
Your laughter was beautiful and pure.
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