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Dreams of Forts

I dreamt of a fort,

And it’s strong stone walls,

As I run through the corridors,

Down the steps,

Leading me to a corner,

Hidden, unknown by many,

As you sit there,

Admiring the magnificence of the fort,

Or the fact that I knew,

I would find you there,

Waiting to hold me in your arms again.


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