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UNTITLED NO. 2

Memories and daydreams

of fortune and success

with raging sunbeams

haunting our very best.


What if we're not meant

to be so grandiose?

But I'm starting to reinvent

what I want the most.


I want photos

of places far away

with memories to share

and change to spare.


I want walks

along the beach

holding your hand

and playing in the sand.


I want you

happy as could be

with someone you love

that fits like a glove.


And in case you didn't guess it,

that's me.

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