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A Shadow of Things to Come

An echoing feel
From a fleeing sense
Of a future tense.
An open door
Frames my love.
A rush to hug and
The touch of his
Cheek against mine.
The feel of two
Minds that blend.
Despair is gone
And loneliness has
Vanished as the shadows
Of forgotten dreams.

 

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