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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I had a dream ...

I dream that the past three months have been nothing other than a bad dream.

I can touch him, see him, smell him.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

As I hold him, he disintegrates in my arms, into nothing.

I wake up ... distraught, and he is not here to console me.

Now I am too scared to sleep.

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