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How does someone like you burst on my scene
this late in the play
this late... a dream?
When reality is all I've known
and its' years have taken its' toll,
silent acceptance.
Never expected anything more
than strength to go another day.
Then late in the play
a dream shook me awake,
left me begging for more time
when before time was all I had.
Now I curse seconds passed
and hasten the next,
only took two but how slow they passed,
like promises of forever,
forever can't last.
Passions' slow burn
makes us more each day
likely to see the end of the play,
together still,
where forever will find
our arms entwined and
our hearts recognize its' beat is one.
The dream is done,
And I awake to find you...
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