906/2012 (755 pm) "Pembroke"
twisted again around thoughts
as they pour from the pen moving
as if it knows which word
will come next time seems to stand
still in arms perfectly wrapped
two spots upper and lower
slowly into what could be a dream
but it would end upon waking
touching the dream
eye thought eye had drifted
far into fantasy
the best reality eye can find
a smile with every look back from
those brown eyes...
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