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Every night at 10:15, I swear he thinks of me.

Every time he closes his eyes,

or whenever he falls asleep.

And I slip away into his dreams

and sparkle dust across his face.

As funny as life may seem,

I take his shadow's place.

He came and ressurected me

from nightmares I truly feared.

I knew the nightmares

would draw to an end,

when in a dream, he appeared.

10:15 he answered me.

A cry for help, I need him.

I'm not falling into a dream anymore

but in love. In love with him.

Everynight at 10:15,

I thank God for you leading me away

from dry roses and into fields a bloom,

where the scents dance through the wind.