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A Brooklyn Haiku
Slept with the girl of my dreams
We met that same night
Woke up still dreaming
But when she opened her eyes,
She smiled like nothing had changed.
But I could feel the difference in the way she blinked
Like waking was a reset, I did not survive.
I had never wanted morning less.
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