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My Loving Dream
My protector is grasping me tightly
I am sleeping as if hit with sandman dust yet,
I am awake, needing love and care
Glass feeding bottle being hung upside down
It trying to keep from puking its liquids, but
I am like a man in the desert, thirsty for fluid
I suck the life from the glass bottle,
Leaving not a drop left;
A blurry picture hiding from my eyes
People from my view
People that do not wish to be seen
I stare into the background trying to focus my view
I see what seems like a man
A man watching me as so a father should
My colorless view striping my eyes to show a new scene
Two hands one holding me up
One feeding me keeping me safe
The two hands from a woman feeding me as if I am a child
She, loving me like all mothers should
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