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We Have Never Talked

Your photo sits on my nightstand,
Though we have never talked.
Each morning I wake and greet you.
Each night in my dreams we walk.

I tell you about my day,
And ask you how yours went.
I dream of the moment our lives touch.
That day will be heaven sent!

 


 

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