He came to me one night, hair like the midnight sky on a moonless night.
He took my hand, held on tight as if he would never let go.
He told me he would never leave, I was to perfect to ever regret.
He ran down the beach,
Smile bright.
He was to beautiful to be real, so I woke up from the dream.
And realized
He would never be mine.
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