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Strangers when they met
Her soul was always there
Deep in his head
She was that heavenly
Shadow
Within his dreams
That held him tight
Faceless in the darkness
Of endless sensuous nights
Where passions ignite
Her soul, was the last
Entity
That linger in the corner
Of each dreams, as the sleep
Was caressed, from his face
By the bright rays of each
New day
Daytime curses his life
As he waits frantically
Like an addict
In need of a fix
Only the night
In her tender darkness
Can provide him
With the blessing, of sereneness
Within his dreams, where once again
Two souls melt into
Divine infinity.

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By william Bonilla
11/20/03