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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Unicorn I felt you. A touch of shimmer; A caress of lace. An invisible presence; Inches from my face. You stand there watching me, As though I were blind. But I'm only dozing; You should really hide. You think I know not, Of what you seek? I'm not special, Or even concrete. But I know, That you didn't vanish- Like the wind into space-, Because you stand there. Staring at me. With such a sad face.
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