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Sing (Ode to Langston Hughes)

I found a dream in her voice
one many will never see;

Too busy sleeping,
the alarm still hours away.

I lay still in the sound of her voice,
not wanting to wake up,

knowing this dream is the brightest light
I’ve ever seen
a dream no one will see but me.

Her voice, the sweetest song I know,
drenched in caramel swirl.

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