The Stranger in my head

a dream about the perfect woman.

my perfect woman has what i'm looking for

she has long hair black hair that goes down her back and not past her waist line

her eyes are brown her skin is pale

her stare grabs my attention

knowing that i might be the one for her

does she leave?

or waits for me?

i don't know really

cause when i wake up

it's just a dream

a dream of the perfect stranger.

The End

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