By Damien Knight
I held her
For a moment
The smell of her
Long dark hair
I gazed upon her
For a while
Holding to her
Bright green eyes
I touched her
In an instant
Feeling her
Soft brown skin
I drifted
For an eternity
In her arms
Only to wake
To wake and find
That once again
I was dreaming
And she is not real
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