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Walking,
waking

I feel you,
I feel you there
   pulsing,
    real.

Slow steps
On Grand Blvd.
    passing streetlights
    breeze on
   thighs
but light,
  A left would take
me
   to my lost
second viginity
down memory lane
looking for
lost journals.

Waking,
waking
   stilled
   enraptured

I seek you
in my dreams.
  
 

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