He took hold of my hand
When I woke from my dreamland
I still felt the warmth on my left-hand
It was like my own wonderland
My face so red I barely looked tanned
Missing the warmth I could barely withstand
That I had left my sweet dream land
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Author:
haleyalexis (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2021 12:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
May that dream be reality Haley.
Andy
very sweet, indeed
it's a good thing, I don't put too much syrup in my morning coffee, lol
thanks for sharing a wonderful read, truly
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