Thirteen, Day

I dream of being loved
And held and stroked and listened to
Forgiven by flesh and blood
A real reminder of eternity.

I live with lonely numbness
Fear is rarely felt
Hope for this life long since gone
And justice something after death.

Dream with me oh gentle love
And we will fly so high above
All the world will fall below
And we with arms entwined.

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