Awake

You are the puppy I’ve always wanted

You are a song with a perfect rhyme

You are made out of my imagination

You are something that I call mine

But you disappeare too soon

As I wake

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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