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Unreal is the Dreamy Day

Maybe it’s better to be unreal, ’cause
that’s what dreams are like sometimes, and
my dream-maker uncovers the undercover heart

Where is my secret muse?
I think perhaps…

when I am hot enough,
she will come like
a cool breeze with salve and
a promise to cry out a laugh,
a promise to
fight with pillows and forgiveness,
puffy like a cloud

this vow on rainy days:
a thunderous love
and only a
joyful reign

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