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(Written: 4/25/96)

I see her out there in my dreams.
I know she's out there, becuse I dream of her.
Am I anywhere in her dreams,
am I the demon, or do I save her?
When I think of her, I think does she think of me.
Is it a mutuial thing,
is this ever ment to be,
is this a natural thing?
Would she cool, by heated hart full of desire?

Maybe I'll bleed out the fire.
Can I do it? Of that I'm not even sure.
Time I have but none to waste.
Gotta move but doubt has me frozen in place.
I'm cutting myself, ritual scars, I'll salt to taste.
Maybe I'll still fall under her grace

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Joshua S. Bell
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