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In my dream, we were friends.
You were even devoted -- though of course you wouldn't admit it to my face.
It isn't fair, to invade without warning, without even dropping hints
and to retreat just as suddenly when the morning comes.
I wish I could say our minds were so connected that this must be
"some sort of a sign."
I wish I could say that I know now: you're out there, and you're thinking of me.
I can't. I won't. Though I of course I hope you do.
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My little girl -- 11-9, and I 11-11. Looking at you try to fit in with the whirl of the life which surrounds you, and how did you happen to come here anyway? And why are you stuck here, with your ten-year-old friends, and surely this isn't graduation from middle school? But it's all horribly wrong, you were always ahead, years older -- or are you simply, eternally trapped in the cage of adolecence and new-brimming sexuality?
You were even devoted -- though of course you wouldn't admit it to my face.
It isn't fair, to invade without warning, without even dropping hints
and to retreat just as suddenly when the morning comes.
I wish I could say our minds were so connected that this must be
"some sort of a sign."
I wish I could say that I know now: you're out there, and you're thinking of me.
I can't. I won't. Though I of course I hope you do.
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My little girl -- 11-9, and I 11-11. Looking at you try to fit in with the whirl of the life which surrounds you, and how did you happen to come here anyway? And why are you stuck here, with your ten-year-old friends, and surely this isn't graduation from middle school? But it's all horribly wrong, you were always ahead, years older -- or are you simply, eternally trapped in the cage of adolecence and new-brimming sexuality?