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Daydreamer

“Don’t cry,” she whispers.
Holding me towards her shoulder,
She says,
“Just let me do what I do best, baby.
Let me take care of you.
It’s hard for me to let people in, Som.
But you’re already in, remember that.
And you’re not going anywhere.”

Then I said to myself,
“How I wish you ever existed.
Yes she never existed,
Maybe not yet.”

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