Poem: Dreams of the Dead

Half asleep, she murmured, Dream about me, maybe?


He replied, I only dream of the dead. Do you still want me to dream about you?

Knowing deep down this too was another coincidence, she replied, Why not? Your love kills me everyday, anyway.

Extracts from Forbidden Love

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