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Where do you live?
Of what do you think?
When my eyes stumble upon your smile
It makes me wonder who you really are
Does the rain collect on your windowsill
While your sweet pale hands reach out to it?
So many stories I imagine about you
And… do you dream?
Or at that… do angels dream!?
Where lies your pillow?
Someday I’d like to stay there!
But no-
For when I’d make and leave that stay-
I might not dream another day.