you were in my dreams again last week
we were holding hands, crossing lincoln street
i was showing you around my hometown in my little white truck, cruising though alleyways
you looked about 6 or 7, but i knew you were younger
when i woke up, it took me about a day to figure out who that little boy was in my dream
we looked related, but he wasnt my nephew or little cousin.
then i remembered what month it was
and how it has been a year since the last time i though of you
like you once, really existed.
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