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First Time

Dew collects on the grass

in the morning,

I lay here dreaming of your touch

dreaming of someday

when I won’t be alone anymore.

I stare at the ceiling,

dreams from the night

fading into the sun,

wondering if I can skip this day

and live in that day

that we will meet

for the first time.

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