I dream of love so powerful that it steals my breath.
Of light surging within my chest, smiles staining my cheeks,
I dream of quiet hellos and whispered adorations.
But the figure before me lacks a face,
And I awake to my isolation,
Doomed to love figments of my imagination.
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Samantha Smith
I am an aspiring author, who also has too much to say about random books and movies.
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