my wishes come
true all the time
there’s only one
boundary line
in my dreams
and I sit at desk everyday
hanging out to the last time
I sat on your thigh before the knee
in my dreams
where I belong
the throne of true love of three
with all to keep
a dead man’s curse and dreams
he haunts me in my sleep
married bride with swept feet
instead of the frozen ones before he died
in reminder
have got spa like
and humbly not so shy
he was there for her
in my dreams.
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