M A D E L I N E
Wednesday, 6 January 2016
In my dream I'm in love with a man.
He takes his memory and make them mine.
He captures the delight on my face,
the flashing traffic lights,
the laughter of children,
the trains that were stopping by.
His work like art,
I can never live without.
But then the dream was up...
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