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Where dreams come from sometimes

If time were to

stand still,

I would kiss your lips

leaving no trace of me behind.

You’d awaken

when time moved again

and know your life had changed forever

but the only evidence

of the crime

would be a hazy cornered memory

hidden in the land of dreams.

= = =

(This vignette was prompted by The Daily Prompt: Standstill)

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