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Dreaming Of You

It was just for a moment,

but there was an instant,

last night

(or this morning,

depending on your definition)

where you and I were reunited,

in my subconscious,

as I slept,

and I was yours.

I didn’t dare to say it,

even in a dream,

but I could sense it,

a sense of serene sentiment,

in the air,

in the way I looked for your face,

in the crowds I found myself in.

I am…

Maybe I’m cautious,

even if my subconscious is less subtle,

walking the waking world,

singing that same Selena song,

into my mask,

“late at night when all the world is sleeping,

I stay up and think of you,

and I wish on a star,

that somewhere you are thinking of me too.”

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