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Just For A Second

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CrumbledWings

Published: Dec 9, 2013

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Please can you imagine for me
just for a second...
Imagine me
With you
Both of us...
Happy.
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.

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