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  • Of all the dreams I have had and
    Time for them has passed
    there is one that leaves a hurtful emptiness that sometimes elicits tears, sometimes an FU,
    Sometimes a smile--
    (only because I remember a night upon the sands when you kept falling, and we laughed so hard I peed)

    So now,

    All that remains is that from within a private place---
    An everlasting and haunting vision
    of a barefooted waltz with you
    Upon the sands of Assateague
    To "Christofori's Dream" playing from your old boom box,
    Under a million star night, with a chorus of crashing waves
    and the silent audience of ghost crabs scurrying upon our
    Moonlit shadows

    But that can and will never be,
    As that boom box is long gone,

    RIP my love
    While I waltz
    with the dream once again.
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