Sometimes when I find myself in
Dreamland I need to escape and find myself
Whispering your name
I missed my quick kiss and
Chance for sustaining depth
Though another will come again god knows how soon
Dreamland is an endless waste of gray
And concrete walls of schedules
and professors where I will meet
You again.
And I
will Whisper
your Name.
Just holding on for another moment
Excruciating ectasy but I will grasp our
Secret sharing to become our desperate
Sisterhood where no one else can stand our shine;
Iridescent light pouring through pores and portholes
Can sunshine save our souls after all? you will ask. (this being the question held inside all summer)
Always, I will answer.
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