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it was more than tea

            parties with Mr. Snuggles and Barbie

to me.

when i'd sit, on your mother's tattered quilt, with across from you,

            with you, our hearts beating as one

            moment grudgingly gives way to the next in

ardent deference to your whims, Time

            frolicing  under the riVer birch like a child

            like us--like you, i could almost

sip through the invisible straw. remember, it was blue. we were perfect

linger i there still, under the tree, by the slide

            on the shelf but taking no

            your room is filled with other

                        Friends

i understand. i am just a dream: almost

             a confidante, lover, inspiration, encouragement

            friend. but you don't wear the bonnets anymore, and you

                        never talk to Mr. snuggles either

fantastic though it was--i am--dreams no longer satisfy.

            but the reality of you made me

            alive is aluring because i miss us (would we return?)

            but because I am i, i'll wait here for

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